ARGHHHH!!!
I just spent a good portion of the day re-working the border on the round robin quilt I’m due to send out at the end of the month. My original border was unacceptable, so I bought a book, found a pattern that would be perfect, read the directions carefully, made some irreversible cuts, did a lot of sewing and BAM!!! Figured out that I am not a genius when it comes to reading mathematical related paragraphs. I was so far off base that it would be almost funny if it wasn’t so damned frustrating. I’ve given up for the time being. I’ll make Mike read it all tomorrow and explain exactly what I need to do to fix this mess, math wise. I can’t believe I’m so dense.
The worst part? My sewing machine is right by the A/C unit and the A/C unit is full of dust, so every time I go near my sewing machine my nose starts running like a faucet. Ugh. My allergies have been going nuts the past week. Have you guys seen the new allergy product that is supposed to create some kind of invisible gel barrier over your nose to block out allergens? I want to try it but Target didn’t have it yesterday. A nice invisible gel would be a lot sexier than stuffing a tissue up my nose.
Today was really gross. The weather looks dreary and cold, but it’s really muggy and hottish. I bundled us up in fall gear and was ready to take all my clothes off about five minutes into our bike trip across the street. Then Erik, my lovely son, peed his pants so we had to come home anyway. I am not liking this whole regression thing! There is nothing as lovely as a kid not being in diapers. I can’t stand diaper changes, so I’ll take some peed in pants any day. Thankfully he’s not had a regression in the poop department.
He was actually a pretty good kid today. We met up with two different sets of friends today, one accidental and one planned and he played very nicely both times. He sat at the dinner table and ate with us. He entertained himself for long stretches of time. I could get used to this!
It all came crashing down at bed time when he let out his inner demon. The screams were piercing. The weirdest thing was that he was content to just lay in his little bed and scream. He kicked and thrashed and did all kinds of tantrummy things out of the bed, but as soon as Mike picked him up and bodily forced him into the bed he laid there and didn’t try to escape. After about ten minutes the sobs subsided, so I asked if he wanted a story. He was all smiles and giggles. Crazy kid.
Marie, you are absolutely right about the positive reinforcement. I try to do that, but really enjoyed reading the link you left. I need lots of reminders about things like that. I get in such ruts where I start taking the lazy (and much less effective) path and things devolve into bits of nasty.
Wasn’t that an exciting bit of prose? Frustrated quilting talk that not many of you care about plus more about the wild child. Really, I make him sound so terrible but in general he is a good little boy. I can trick him into doing just about anything. It just is wearing on the nerves to always be responsible for someone else. I am a perfectionist and he is a perfect little boy but his behavior is not always perfect or mature. Why should it be? He’s 3, not 43.
I guess I better go try to get some sleep. I hope the snot production slows down so I don’t drown in my own mucus.