All I managed to accomplish was knit two cowls. Whatever. Two FO's. Big Whoop. Don't even bother with the positive encouragement. I've still got about a gazillion to go.
This was my day yesterday:
Wake up
Shove a croissant into my mouth
Take the girls for a walk.
Come home.
Take R to his exam (personally, I think exams on Sundays should be banned)
Come home.
Make a tea.
Shove a croissant into my mouth.
Finish tea.
Leash up the girls.
Walk to R's building where he is writing his final.
Walk home.
It's freakin' 6:30pm.
Did every minute task I did, take two hours?
Sometimes, I really wish my girls were little elves with beards.
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