Work-life deadlines

..I’ve been a bit quiet on the blog and insta lately. Mostly because I’ve been swamped at work, adjusting into my new(ish) position, attempting to stay on top of my game, studying for a PMP exam, “training” for a 5-miler, and trying to squeeze in time for self care (yoga, knits and Netflix). 

Naturally, I tried to do both – which was a fail

There is just a lot going on, and I’m having a TIME establishing a healthy work-life balance (parents, I don’t know how you do it). I’m learning as I go, faking it til’ I make it, and trying not to sprout anymore gray hairs in the process.  PS- I recently spotted 3 devil hairs that grow significantly faster and thicker than the others. What’s up with that, anyway?  

Anyway, in midst of all the everyday crazy, that we all endure, I’m frantically trying to finish up this baby blanket for a dear friend’s baby shower in early June (15 days, to be specific).  Of course I’m woefully behind, but was reassured that I’d finish this in time if I stuck to a schedule I made for myself when I started in May. 

~100 rows to get the length aka ~3 rows/day for a month and it should get it done.  I am..behind. Weekends are typically when I have my time to catch up but they’ve been quite packed this month.  

There is just not enough hours in the day..and too many things I don’t want to do that are getting in my way of what I enjoy. This is life, I know and overall it’s good ‘problem’ to have. 

“If I can just make it though this week, I’ll be good” – and I’ll tell myself that for the foreseeable future,  or at least through the end of June. 

How do you prioritize your conflicting priorities in life? What do you do when you feel overwhelmed? I’m open to any and all suggestions on maintaining sanity.  #SOS

~Bailey

Wrinkles

I have wrinkles. 

Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. Small ones. Mostly around the eyes. They’re starting to intersect each other. Like the road map of a city that has started to expand and grow its own suburbs. 

Wrinkles and the garter stitch- slow and steady. Their progress sneaks up on you…

It’s possible they came from my job, which is an endless cycle of massive deadlines. Just as I’m about to get through a particularly brutal one, another one pops up for the next week. Rinse and repeat. 

It’s possible they came from my husband. By marrying him, I’ve set myself up for an entire lifetime of heckling about my driving and the constant annoyance of dishes piling in the sink. 

It’s possible they came from my son, who has meltdowns over things like his piece of toast tearing into two pieces and me not being able to magically fuse it back together even if IT STILL TASTES THE SAME AND THE END GOAL IS TO EAT IT ALL SO IT WON’T EVEN MATTER.

Sorry guys. Lost myself for a second. We get really passionate about toast around these parts. 

Our issues with toast may be directly related to my coffee consumption. #serenitynow

Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. And since I haven’t quite come around to the idea of botox, the wrinkles are seemingly here to stay. 

So instead I have to find a way to embrace them. Perhaps connect good things that come from the decades of stress. 

With each work deadline comes a sense of accomplishment after I’m done. The wrinkles also represent the promotions I’ve received from hard work and dedication to a company I love. 

I’m now basically too anxious to drive with anyone ever because of the endless jabs, but I also have had 7 years of support and love and a few thank yous for when I decide enough is enough and load the dishwasher myself. 😏

And sure, there are terrible two meltdowns on the regular, but I’ve also got a toddler who grabs my wrinkly face and plants kisses on it *almost* daily (he was really upset with me over the toast thing). 

So yeah. My wrinkles are what they are. I guess I’ll own up to them and accept them as a fact of  life. Same as my upcoming, inevitable dive into the mid-30’s scene happening this summer. 

Or…

Or I’ll continue to assault them with every single serum and treatment I can get my hands on at Sephora for the rest of my life. 

Yeah, I’ll probably do that. 

– Amy 

Apocalytic Crochet

I often joke about how, if the apocalypse happens, crochet is the one useful skill that will allow me to stay in one of the tribes/gangs that will likely form as chaos reigns. 

People have to stay clothed and warm, right? So as long as there’s a JoAnn’s or Micheal’s to loot, things should be pretty dandy for my family. 

I also make pretty sweet photo books online, in case the apocalypse (or my post-apocalyptic group of people I’m recruited into) requires an official historian. 

What else? What else? 

Is that it? 

Perhaps. But I feel pretty confident with those two things. 

It feels like I’ve been working on this blanket forever. It’s not even a slow pattern- I’m just being slow.

Sure, I will very much depend on others for everything. Like food. I am a pretty miserable cook for the most part and I’m terrible at trying to figure out the ripeness of an avocado. 

And I’ll definitely look to others to help carry my things when we decide it’s time to pick up and move elsewhere. My back isn’t what it used to be and I’ve never been known to travel light. 

I have no sense of direction, nor am I good at remembering how to get anywhere without a GPS, so once all the phone batteries are dead, I’m not going to be a great guide. 

To be fair, even with the GPS I’m mediocre at best. 

But like I said earlier, I’m sure the fiber arts will save me from being totally abandoned by everyone else. 

Heading up north for a hunting trip? Let me just make you an oversized wool blanket for your journey (the weight of it also provides a calming effect). 

Heading south for the winter? Here’s a nice double crochet wrap- a perfect loose stitch for a cool summer night by the campfire. 

Looking to create some camaraderie with the troops? Matching crocheted head and wrist bands in your tribe colors! 

Expecting a baby but all of the baby stores have been raided and burned down? Custom knitted blankets and pillowcases by yours truly!

Now I just have to learn how to spin my own yarn for when all the craft stores are emptied and destroyed… 

What will your post apocalyptic skill be? 

-Amy