or: does a stitch in time save nine?
(*after supper and those all important homeworks**) (**helping with) (**not doing) (I don't do the homeworks, just offer guidance and assistance) (oh, you know what I mean)
(it was either accentuate the positive this afternoon or have me rattle on about how irritating some of the people in the etching class are, how I almost dread going now as some of the things they say spoil it for me and really I ought to be able to rise above that but it bothers me; how the damp patch in the top ceiling and the side walls is spreading, how I think I really should get that fixed before I can think about taking the children on holiday this summer; how The Teen unexplainably was in a good mood all day yesterday and then suddenly dipped at nine in the evening and I knew what he really wanted was a boy's kind of chat with his dad; how Smallest Person - we'll revert her back, for a line or two - is having the darndest time going to sleep at the moment; how Teen Too is so quiet it really bothers me, and puts the etching tribulations into perspective, but the other two are so demanding I don't think I'd cope if he did speak up; how I know I have many good things in my life - three healthy children and a roof over my head - but I'm so tired, so exhausted. . .) (thus I decided to go with the tapestry and take my mind off it - hey! I have the time to stitch, could be worse eh)