There Is a Point When You Start Twitching

That point has come for me.

Between not having my laptop, being anxious for a book I really want to read to come out, looking for work, and just generally living life with two small boys and a husband? I’m twitching.

I’m trying to keep busy with doing stuff for other people. I’m looking for a job. I’ve volunteered twice at the Wilmington Blue Rocks. I am helping my MIL out with office work when I can. I’m reading far too many books in all that free time I pretend to have. [I set a goal to read 50 this year. We’re 18 weeks into the year and I’ve read 37 books.]  I’m trying to get back in to running [yeah, someone kick my rear about that, please]. There are other things that aren’t quite fit for the internet which I am dealing with, and they make me being twitchy look like a blip on the radar.

I feel like I’m slowly going insane, mostly because there are things I wanted to do this year that I’m not working on. That doesn’t make sense. Theoretically, I have all this time on my hands right? So why do I feel so much busier than when I was a working mom?

At what point will I feel like I’m not about to break at the slightest extra pressure? And what can I do to release some of the stress I have? Please, help me out here. Because I don’t know how much more of this crazy I can take.

And anyway, the only twitching I like to feel right now is from my left eyebrow. May I please have the ability to lift it again?


I started a new knitting project on Thursday night. Never mind that the scarf I’m working on isn’t done. Seriously, ignore that. That’s for me and I don’t care when it gets done.

I’m making a blanket for a baby I know who is on the way. [This reminds me I need to send a box of goodies off to California for a friend.] There may have been a few curses muttered, mostly because I bought a pound – yes, you read that correctly – of yarn and needed to put it in to two balls because the pattern I’m using calls for holding two strings together. Not as easy or as difficult as one would imagine.

I’m already a quarter of the way through this blanket. That may be in part to me working on it a bunch today. She’s due in July, so I need to get it done. I already have grand designs of making more of these things. Please. Call me crazy, because I’ve decided on the next one, I’m changing yarn a few times.

I think I’ve successfully knocked another thing off of the 101 in 1001 list.

Saturday’s Top 5 Laughs

My lap top is still out of commission. Hopefully, I’ll get it back this week.

Because it’s down and I don’t use M’s that often [checking e-mail and maybe doing a little banking or something], I haven’t had a chance to keep track of the laughs for a few weeks in a row.

These are the ones I can remember from this week.

Butter came in to our room the other morning, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Mommy. Little Bear is crying.” Then he climbed in to our bed and covered his head with M’s pillow.

We went to our church’s market this afternoon to buy produce. When we were on our way home, Butter said, “Pop. Can you please turn that noise down?” He was talking about the radio, and he wanted it turned down so we could sing a song from Jake and the Neverland Pirates.

This morning while I was folding laundry, Little Bear decided he wanted my iced tea. It was sitting on the kitchen counter, so he got Butter’s stool, climbed up to the counter and took a drink. Then he dropped the glass in the sink, which sent me running from the laundry room. Would you believe he was able to drink out of my glass without spilling any on himself? He’s getting toooo big and surprising me every single day!

That’s all I can think of today. It’s a shame. Wish me luck with getting the lap top back!