Have you ever had to function without a hand? Or a leg? Or a hand? Or an eye? Parenting takes everything you can give physically, but this week I'm muddling through with one arm. Stupid me popped my shoulder out of place on Sunday, while painting the upstairs hallway.
I'm pissed at myself for not being careful or mindful (despite my reminders to the boys about being careful all day long). I was standing on a kiddie chair, talking with Chris and it slipped out from under me. I grabbed the doorway and there it went, arm stuck at an unnatural angle. It's my fault: I was too lazy to lug the ladder upstairs and relied on an easily available but poor substitute. I've probably seriously messed up my yoga practice, which really sucks. I can't imagine doing Down Dog with my arm, but I'm trying to practice other poses so I'm not entirely un-limber at the end of all this.
Thankfully, I'm much better today than Sunday, but wrangling Jude for clothing and diaper changes is difficult. And I still can't fasten or unfasten my bra. For one moment, I wish I was a guy, able to handle the job with just one hand. :)
I also thankful that I am still able to knit, and have been furiously trying to finish these two rabbits for the boys' Easter baskets. It helps that I can catch up on the latest season of Mad Men on Netflix while doing so.
free Ravelry pattern if you're interested. It needs some button eyes, but I haven't found the perfect ones yet. Wooden ones would be perfect, huh? I'm still working on Jude's, which is going to be a darker brown than Soren's and with a green bowtie instead of blue.
a Lil Boo Blue tutorial)