Oh my god. My granddaughter who lives with us, seems to always know just when I am settling down to read, or knit or write or paint, and picks that very moment to start screaming. I love her dearly, sometimes she overwhelms me with her needs. She isn't my daughter, I have to keep reminding myself of that. She is my granddaughter, and as such do I have to be responsible for every need? No.
Time to pull back!
Time to knit. I can knit if I want to. I have to knit if I want to. So many things to do and so very little time.
Sculpting life out of fiber, one stitch at a time.
