A Sense of Normality

Things around here have slowly moved back into the rhythm and routine that I like so very much. It got a little skewiff after the Soldier left, as it normally does. I have had to work out how to occupy two little minds, make sure everyone is bathed and fed and try and keep on top of the washing and other household duties. I have succeeded in most of my endeavours, lets not speak about the mountain of washing in the laundry, kay!! I believe that dirty laundry breeds, and makes very fast work of it. In my opinion, if it has evolved that far, how come it can't just make the evolutionary leap into the washing machine and onto the line?? I will even fold it when it is dry.

I am not so anxious about Soldier, I have been able to speak to him on a nearly daily basis and he seems to be in good spirits, and really loving his work over there.

However, when I find myself on top of the household duties all crafting goes by the wayside. I have made The Boy one bib and I have grand plans to make many more, and I have knit about twelve rows on the simple socks for my Sister's Christmas pressie. That just isn't enough creating for me to be completely happy. I need to get somethings finished.

I think I can, I think I can........