Yarn Over: The Breaking Point

As a stay-at-home-mom who homeschools three kids, has a baby with skin/dietary "issues", and also teaches music part time, there occasionally comes a moment when something inside that mom snaps.

Something vital.

Something that, under normal circumstances, prevents aforementioned stay-at-home-mom from hiding in her yarn stash with a thick book and a large bottle of whiskey and laughing/weeping hysterically in fits and spurts . . . .

A few weeks ago, I had reached that point, and things were getting scary, my friends, very scary.

I think Handyman picked up on my subtle hints ("HURRY UP AND GET HOME BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SELL ONE OF OUR CHILDREN ON EBAY AND I'M NOT PARTICULARLY PARTIAL TO WHICH ONE I PICK") because he wisely stayed home from work one Saturday so that I could have the day off.

The whole. blessed. day.

First, I grabbed a book and went out for a nice breakfast. When the waitress asked, "how many?" for seating, I gleefully replied "JUST ME!!!!!".

After my leisurely breakfast where nothing was spilled and no one stole anyone else's orange juice and no one complained about "too many nuts in their pancakes", and (best of all) no dishes to clean up, I walked around down-town and browsed the local shops.

I went into stores that I usually avoid like the plague because they are NOT the places to bring children. (shudder)

I stopped by the local yarn store and had a nice chat with the owner about the merits of this yarn versus that. Perfectly lovely, boring, stuff that makes my heart thump merrily.

After that I headed to the closest mall (which is 45 minutes away). On the way, I listened to MY radio and reveled in the feeling of not having to yell, "DON'T MAKE ME STOP THIS CAR!!!".

I went to Starbucks and got a large coffee and sat in Barnes and Noble and read some more while Ella (I did have to bring her with me, as she's still exclusively nursing) sat like an angel in her stroller and charmed everyone who passed by.