It is currently 4:47am and I am waiting for my Bialetti Moka Express to finish working its magic. Today I return to work as my maternity leave ends... Don't get me started on my rant about the American concept of maternity leave. It is hard to believe that Jelly Bean was born October 10th. That seems so long ago. Perhaps, I am thrown off because she chose to arrive six weeks early and a full four weeks of my maternity leave was spent driving back and forth to the hospital NICU.
I don't want to return to work.
I have found more and more that I am becoming one of those creepy alternative living folk. I want to find a different, quirky method of making ends meet so I can be around to see things like Gummy Bear's response to bison at the zoo. Damn and blast, since I have yet to invent an all-organic line of goat milk soaps, form a consortium of local weavers, or wear hemp pants, I am forced to remain on gracious terms with corporate America.
I will return to work.
I also need to return to work on my DLP's sweater. I started knitting this sweater in (ah-hem) March. It is a handsome sweater. He, being who he is, chose the most time-consuming, slow-going, soul-crushing pattern imaginable.
Newfangleddad is a skinny size medium. This sweater requires that I knit my way through 24 balls of yarn. I am a giant, amazon of a woman, sporting baby weight and even I don't require 24 balls of yarn for a sweater. Yet, the pointed looks and melancholy sighs when he sees me knitting on everything but his sweater are starting to wear away at me. This week I will also return to work on My DLP Is Awesome (this link is available to all Ravelry users) and keep my fingers crossed that I can make some progress. I fear he may soon realize that I am only a third of the way through the body and he likely won't be wearing this sweater until next winter.