Safeway Shopping Bags = Sanity
Not because I bury my head in them when the kids are screaming in stereo. No. Tempting, but no.
Instead, I have discovered that I can hang a plastic shopping bag from my wrist, filled with the lighter weight knitting projects (socks, hats, pieces of sweaters), and wander around the house with a sleeping Peabo in the sling. If I sit down, she awakens in fury. If I put her down, she awakens in fury. If this goes on all day (which it does), Mommy weeps in frustration. Thus, the Ambling Knitter.
One also thanks the heavens for a large screen TV, easily viewable from either the kitchen or the den, and ReplayTV, without which I would never be able to get through a whole show and catch most if not every word.
Mommy is also determined that once 12 weeks is attained, the gravy train will start screeching to a halt, and Peabo will need to learn to nap in her damn crib. Because there is nothing wrong with it. Except, of course, that Mommy is not within clawing and snortling distance at will.
by at January 31, 2007 9:21 PM
They are great for putting cat poop in as well.
Posted by: Julie on February 2, 2007 12:38 PM