Mini-update about nothing important

So, I've been a big giant pile of fail this week.

I'm behind on crochet projects. I give credit for this to Duckling, who, at the age of ten months, has a head the size of the average two-ear-old. So the two hats I had ready for him have to be made two sizes bigger. And I have to buy yarn (again) to even do that. ugh. Luckily, I can either give the finished hats to godBaby, or put them in my 'eventually for sale' pile and move on.

My body is not being productive this month like it was last month, which is kind of frustrating. Well, not horribly so. I'm almost used to not being able to expect anything from my reproductive parts. When you figure I had a miscarriage in January (which continued through most of February), started medicated cycles in March, switched medications over the summer, then went through two unmedicated cycles while waiting for my surgery, then had my lap done, I haven't really made it easy for my already dysfunctional organs to regulate. And, really, it wasn't ever very regular to begin with. So... yeah.

Work has been... different. For the last five years, I've been deemed important enough for my company to not be able to survive without me working crazy, ridiculous hours, and not having weekends off from October until January. Now that I've stepped down and switched stores, I'm working less hours and--GASP--getting weekends off pretty regularly. And no one calls me at home unless there is a real emergency. I'm feeling oddly stress-free when I get home every day. I actually have a little bit of Christmas spirit.

Oh. That reminds me.

I decided that this year, I'm going to get an Angel (from the Angel Tree program) the same age my baby should be. And I'm going to spoil that kid rotten. BoyWonder doesn't really get it, but he hasn't told me it's completely stupid, either. I did get a crazy look when I told him I plan on doing it every year, and that when we have children I want them to know we're doing this for their older brother/sister. I don't care. I'm going to make some hats and buy some awesome toys and gear that I would have bought for myself, in the perfect universe I don't live in. I have this feeling that I need to give something back, even though in reality another, darker part of me feels like everything was taken from me, instead. Maybe it's me fighting my own darkness? It doesn't really matter, I guess. It's the doing it that matters.


So... I'm going to try to post a round-up tomorrow. Also, if you come over here and things look a little different, I'm probably going to be giving this page a much-needed facelift. Don't panic. You're still in the right place.