7 Quick Takes Friday!

I really think that I have a wicked case of SAD. I’ve been cheery and happy for three weeks, and (coincidence? I think not) the weather has been gorgeous. But today, it’s freezing. The sun is shining, but it’s a lackluster sort of shine, and the vicious wind is whipping the palm trees into a frenzy. It’s depressing. I want to cry.

Of Course
my icky sadness probably has more to do with residual frustration from last night. See, I’ve decided to try a new jewelry weave called a viking weave after watching a tutorial which made it look remarkably simple. And since there’s nothing I love more in jewelry making than a nice weave, I looked forward to it all day long. Here’s a picture of a finished viking weave:
Cool, huh? I thought so too. 
I sat down with the Ogre, in great spirits, to watch Chuck and work my jewelry-making magic. 
And Then…
as it became increasingly apparent that this was a singularly difficult weave, I grew more and more frustrated. I watched the piles of kinked, ruined silver wire build up around me, mentally adding up the cost of the wire I was ruining, and smoke began to pour out of my ears. I started over three times, changed cabochons once, and when I finally had a finished weave and began to try to shape it around the stone, I realized that I had made it too big. 
That’s when I lost it. 
Five Minutes Later
the Ogre found me in the kitchen, ransacking the pantry and fridge. 
“Uh, babe? What are you doing?” he asked, slightly alarmed at my erratic and hysterical behavior. 
I stopped what I was doing, plopped down on the kitchen floor, and began to cry. 
The Ogre tried to console me, alternately assuring me that the weave is difficult and I’ll get it eventually and cracking jokes, but nothing worked. Finally I managed to choke out, “I don’t care about the weave! I just want cookies, and I can’t have any!”
Mmmhmmm. I cried for ten minutes because I couldn’t have cookies. Because I’m four. 
Oh Yes
the reason why I couldn’t have cookies is because the Ogre and I managed to pick ourselves back up out of our Lenten slump and get back on track with the no grains/no sweets thing. It’s day three, and aside from being angry, tired, overly emotional, and wanting to trade my children for chocolate, it’s going great!
I’ve only taken a spoon to the jar of peanut butter once three times.
Just Now, I Realized that Liam Was Awfully Quiet…
so I went to check on him, and found him asleep in his bouncer. 
Someone should give me a mom-of-the-year award. 
In Case You’re Wondering…
I left him there.
Look, I have priorities, all right?
But Then,
after typing that last one, I felt really guilty and moved him to his crib. 
And he woke up screaming. He’s now in my lap, trying to eat the keyboard. So that’s it for quick takes! See what happens when I let you guys make me feel guilty? (And I mean you, Mom.)
Go see Jen for more quick takes, and if you’re running short on ideas for meatless Friday meals, check out Janet’s post from last week!

  • http://www.theneinasts.com Kacy

    I have read that when people cut out sugar and carbs, they experience a sort of depression while the body adjusts. That, combined with crappy weather, and pain in the ass crafting can make all of us cry on the kitchen floor. I have also heard that this no sugar depression goes away in a few days, so hang in there. Love you!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114 Melanie B

    See, my policy is to let sleeping babies lie where they fall. My number one rule is never. ever. move. a sleeping baby unless I absolutely have to. So I'd have left Liam there until he woke up on his own. Because if he were my kid, there's no way I could have moved him without waking him up.Which is why I'm sitting here typing instead of starting dinner. Anthony is asleep on my shoulder and once I put him down he's gonna start wailing.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/03792937108732259684 priest’s wife

    yes- never move a sleeping baby- just get a book and sit there to make sure they don't do anything dangerous when waking—there has been many a time when one of my infants would stay in the car seat!

  • http://secretvaticanspy.com Kassie

    I'm throwing a fit because I'm trying to be a good ORU student for the few weeks I have left and not drink. Cough.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662784804825998751 Christine

    Oh man – I sympathize with the crying and depressed attitude about not being able to have sweets! Some days of this Lent have almost killed me. But I can't believe you got rid of all grains completely. There is NO WAY I could survive that. My diet is basically the opposite of Atkin's. Good luck!

  • http://domesticvocation.wordpress.com Christine the Soccer Mom

    I am seriously late on reading this (because I only subscribed to your blog this morning, and now I'm sitting here avoiding the kitchen floor – still – because I hate washing it and who cares because it's supposed to rain for four days straight and everyone is going to track mud on it tomorrow anyway) …But I had to LAUGH at Liam asleep in his exersaucer. Because one afternoon, I left my kids (who were nearly 4 & 1 at the time) watching PBS Kids while I showered and I came back to find them both passed out. The baby was face-down on the exersaucer, and her sister was sprawled across her father's recliner with her mouth hanging open. I have GOT to post those pictures at Domestic Vocation. (Feel free to come by and look, if you happen to be reading your comments on posts from nearly 2 weeks ago.)Here's your link:When Kids Crash