this is a post from a little place called honesty. beware.
yesterday was one of those days that i couldnt get enough fresh air in my lungs to keep me calm and sane and all of those things you need to be.
if i am correct in reading into my senses of being a insightful, calm, and thoughtful mother, (which judging by yesterday that description could be a long shot) then i would say that crosby is hitting a major developmental growth spurt and that explains his current frustrations.
being inside a house with nothing but cold rain going on outside and a babe who is currently occupying a major pair of fussy pants (fussy being an understatement) can bring out the worst in any personality, and it did for me.
once i got through the day and put on my going out of the house clothes and got into the car, i took a big deep breath of fall air and made my way to my weekly knitting group while happily listening to trashy pop music on the radio. yes, trash pop music at its finest.
yes, it took me about 6 months after crosby was born to attend my weekly knitting group, but once i was ready, it was like a little breath of fresh air for me. i am only gone for 3 hours at the very most, but it is 3 hours of perfectly perfect knitting, chatting, coffee drinking, sometimes wine drinking, and most importantly relaxation.
on my way home, i remembered the way prior to my re-entry into my knitting group that i would take a breath. i remembered how i would nurse 2 month old crosby in our bed while reading my newest issue of the new yorker, slowly making my way to the fiction section, which of course was the crowning jewel in my advanced new yorker reading. after crosby was alseep i would slowly creep out of the bedroom and cody and i would go sit outside and stare at the garden with an ice cream cone or a cold delicious beer.
so last night, i took a lot of breaths:
on a dark, gloomy, rainy, cool night, we sat chatting, knitting, cross stitching, and enjoying a very appropriate hot toddy and cured olives at a local bar.
i worked on my new baby sock pattern, and also on cody's secret but not so secret birthday sweater that is inches away from being finished.
and there was also a finished object to be seen. my friend emma is responsible for this fine embroidery.
all in all, i came home, chatted with cody, made a plan for the rest of the week, and took another breath.
throughout these last 8 months, i have had several ways of taking a breath. all of these little moments have soothed my soul when the soul needed soothin if you know what i mean.
to inquiring minds: i never really outwardly "lost my cool". its possible that i had a major temper tantrum in my imagination, but that is neither here nor there. so yeah.
