I’ve figured out knitting rows (thanks to a lovely pair of hands on YouTube) and I’m working on knitting from there. Why knitting you ask? Well, to be completely honest, I want to quit smoking (yes, ***gasp***). The only thing that has worked in the past is being pregnant. I’ve since learned that this is not a practical way to stop. Yep, doh! But, there it is. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of sneaking around and I keep thinking I might as well be what people think I am instead of just pretending. I’ve tried to quit many, many, many times. I’m thinking knitting – which I’m finding kind of time-warping and involving both hands – might be the answer. So, you, my loyal blog readers will just have to live through my chronicles of knitting and cleaning and other strange compulsive behavior as it comes up. I haven’t totally quit yet – but it’s close. Be nice.
In the meantime, I’ve organized the house, cleaned the house and tried to streamline things. But, I live with other people. Five other people. Five other people who all share socks. These socks have been under my desk for the past four days. When I ask the boys to clean up their stuff, they do. They clean up every single thing but this particular pair of socks. I’m using this picture to document how long it might take to clean up the socks (the socks that belong to no one). Sure, it would be easy for me to scoop them up on my daily laundry runs throughout the house, but this is different. This is becoming an issue.
Today, January 20, is day one of the Sock Chronicles!