Let's see. First, I was so engrossed in watching Emily Yeung that I didn't realize the diaper I was changing was messy until after I had finished. In my defense, he already had a messy diaper and I thought the faint odor was either a residual smell or one coming from the trashcan. (After all, I had just nursed him and didn't smell anything at all.)
Then I was called to spider-killing duty. Not one of my favorite jobs. In fact, it probably pulls a close second to cleaning up barf (or being in the same room with barf or anything barf-related). The spider was on the screen of our French doors. As I tried to kill it, it fell and the crunchy body hit my hand on the way down. I screamed bloody murder. And the door was wide open. I'm sure I scared a few innocent bystanders. I know my children were frightened.
And then I went to Bride's Night. To keep Sawyer quiet, I stuffed him with Cheerios (which he dumped no less than five times). At the very end of the night before I left, I realized I had dried, already-chewed Cheerios in my hair and on my shirt. And then I noticed my shirt was on backwards. Yep. All night I wore my shirt backwards. That's me. (I think I scraped off the Cheerios remnants off the back of my shirt and it won't leave a stain.)
It was in the midst of all this chaos that I needed a much-needed moment of accomplishment. Since both Sawyer and Spenser were awake (and busily playing together), I decided I should crochet, being as how I can't knit.
I crocheted a little wire spiderweb. Last year Shirley sent me the cutest pair of spiderweb earrings that she had made. They are so incredibly cute and I knew that I would love to make a necklace for Spenser. It was just enough crafting for me to restore my sanity and feel like I accomplished something more than diaper changing (which I can't do properly), laundry, dishes, killing spiders, and other household chores.
The "spider" is four strands of black embroidery floss tied in a knot. The four strands become the eight spider legs. Pretty clever, that Shirley.