Yesterday was great, I had a lovely morning/afternoon just me and the little G on the Bluebell railway but then he was a bit of a rotter on the school pick up. (Note to self: NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER bring the scooters again, didn't work last time, definitely didn't work this time and is your achilles heel of chill. I was seriously pissed by the time I returned home.)
Today, early start getting to swimming lessons and the progeny changed the baton for difficult behaviour. We have to leave at 8.30 to get there, I leave the house with no breakfast or shower, poor old George has to remain contained for at least an hour. It's one of the necessary parts of parenting that requires effort but usually results in a sense of gratification and pleasure. But not today. Ruby told me she didn't like me when I was helping get her ready afterward, she had a meltdown in Sainsburys to the point where I threw a packet of salad back onto the shelf, chased her screaming body up the aisles, uttered the words 'I'm not doing this' and wedged the 4 year old under my arm, left the trolley and walked out the shop. Leaving with no shopping...skills. I was obviously extremely controlled and mature throughout. No frenzied, frenetic desperation. AT ALL. Because I'm in childcare you know?
I was done before I started today really. I'm too done in from all that school running, negotiating and organising. I spent the rest of the day at home, not daring to take them into a public place. I did end up having a nice, if disorientating half nap whilst they danced to Abba via Mamma Mia. They have a serious and suprising addiction for that film, it is an absolute joy to watch the moves they unleash!
Anyway, through all the frustrations of a half term weekend and all the other silly frustrations in life I just felt a little lacklustre, less fizzy, flat even. BUT I have spent the evening crocheting up little granny squares, which is great. Something about creating after a flat day doesn't make it feel like so much of a waste. I hate feeling like I haven't enjoyed a day particularly, it feels wasteful and ungrateful. I suppose a bit of craft is a way of balancing out an otherwise unremarkable, satisfactory day. I haven't totally lost the determination to create two single bedcovers before the cold really hits. It would be brilliant to have them done by the end of November, but I think 4 an evening is a bit of a stretch so it may not happen. Sewing in all those ends takes alot of time!
The trouble with this blanket is I feel very much ready to start something else. Something that won't take as long to create!
Do you need to craft to balance out your day? I don't know what I'd do without practicing a bit of craft.