God bless you, Knitting. You have your hands full.
Yep...most days it's better, and I like my son...then he does something like last night...and he hasn't quite come to understand reciprocal actions yet...like, if Mama is tired and crabby, maybe you should volunteer to help.
But it certainly wasn't worth bruising my hands over. I can see why my grandmother (who gave me the drama queen genetic streak, and raised four boys who often drove her crazy and broke her heart from time to time) broke dishes instead of hitting things.
I just finished doing tests for a physical yesterday. Glad it was complete before all this happened. I would have hated to take my blood pressure last night!
As you look through my window
Deep into my room
At the tapestries all faded
Their vague and distant glories
Concealed in the gloom
The icy fingers of forgotten passions
Softly brushing my lips
At the tips of my primitive soul
Where is SG & what have you done with her???