{"id":364,"date":"2008-06-02T20:18:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-03T03:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/MamaOKnits\/2008\/06\/02\/because-seriously\/"},"modified":"2008-06-02T20:18:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-03T03:18:00","slug":"because-seriously","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/because-seriously\/","title":{"rendered":"Because, Seriously…."},"content":{"rendered":"

I now know I’m not the only one to have knitted Kevlar<\/a>!<\/p>\n

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And where have I been, you ask?<\/div>\n
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Retuning my routine. Adding a dog to said routine. Changing said routine to better match the needs of our family.<\/div>\n
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But what does that mean in English?<\/div>\n
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PANIC!<\/div>\n
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Blind effing panic.<\/div>\n
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I am SO NOT GOOD at changing routines. It’s almost (almost I said) comical how lousy I am at this. Travel—that I can do. There’s no expectation of routine, and generally one emerges regardless. But home…ah, well… here’s what an ideal day<\/strike> a day that could be replicated would look like.<\/div>\n
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Up between 8am and 9am (my Sister cited this as the appropriate time for our body clocks and she’s right). \u00a0Breakfast and read the paper.<\/strike>To be honest, even if I had the time, I wouldn’t. But it’s a nice idea, no?<\/div>\n
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Get to work \u00a0<\/strike>doing something involving the computer and\/or paper (writing, answering letters, etc)–immediately. Somehow if I don’t start right away, all hell breaks loose and it never gets done–or it’s relegated to rushing and that’s no good for anyone.<\/div>\n
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Workout<\/strike>\/have lunch\/shower (not in that order–and let’s be honest about the workout thing, shall we?).<\/div>\n
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Work (read: at the computer…).<\/div>\n
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Get kids (you’ll notice they didn’t show up until now–I’m not so good at getting back home after taking them to school in the morning. Things Happen, as we say.).<\/div>\n
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Lay around knitting.<\/div>\n
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Be served a home-cooked meal…or something…<\/strike> Okay, but I just finished typing how stalker-ish it was to have the serving guys on the boat know our names…maybe I wouldn’t like that. Maybe if I could Get Something Done<\/span> every day, I’d enjoy the cooking thing more? Who knows. Either way, start making dinner at the same time every night. Eat. \u00a0<\/div>\n
Routine. \u00a0<\/div>\n
I like that.<\/div>\n
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Sit around reading, watching movies, drinking Scotch, knitting, going out to a show…not by myself, mind you. Some Husbands<\/span> thought they and the kids were left out of all of this. No no no. As long as the Scotch and knitting are included, all are welcome aboard!<\/div>\n
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Sleep around midnight.<\/div>\n
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Repeat.<\/div>\n
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You’ll notice how completely, \u00a0unbelievably, pathetically<\/span> unrealistic this is. I know that. I acknowledge that. I’m just sayin…<\/div>\n
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I don’t know that I’d like it any more, but it’s a routine. After last week (which was all about emergent, not even urgent got through) \u00a0my constitution is screaming for a routine. If I don’t start firing on the work thing pronto in the morning, I’m all fatootsed<\/span>. But.<\/div>\n
C’est la guerre, right? It ain’t gonna happen.<\/div>\n
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And honestly, if it did…I’d probably be bored off my tuches<\/span>.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I now know I’m not the only one to have knitted Kevlar! And where have I been, you ask? Retuning my routine. Adding a dog to said routine. Changing said routine to better match the needs of our family. But what does that mean in English? PANIC! Blind effing panic. I am SO NOT GOOD […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-364","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog-fun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/364","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=364"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/364\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=364"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=364"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}