Why I'm a Bad Person

You all know I"m deeply flawed, but here's proof that I'm a bad person:

Yesterday the Yarn Harlot posted a very very lovely picture of Anny Purl's version of the Arwen Baby sweater. What was my reaction--was it positive? Did I say "Great minds think alike?" Did I say "Oh look--we had the same idea, groovy?" Did I say "Hers is so much better than mine!" (Well, yes, I did say that--I loved that color green, and there was nary a mis-crossed cable in sight.) No. How did I respond in the comments?

THAT'S MY SWEATER!!!!!!! Now nobody will believe I thought of it by myself! (Well, except you guys...but that's not what I said.)

I'm so immature sometimes, I can't believe they let me around children. Of course, Stephanie chose that moment to respond to my total maturity blow-out by reassuring me that it was just too good an idea to pass up... (there's a reason we love our Harlot, isn't there!) but seriously, I'm worse than my kids...

And speaking of my kids, have I mentioned Kewyn-the-cave-troll's penchant for muttering heartbreaking things in his sleep at 4-6 a.m. (After he's crawled into bed next to us, of course.) There's nothing like a toddler moaning "Broken, mama...broken..." 20 minutes before your alarm goes off to just ruin your sleep for frickin' ever. Some of his other favorites have been "Gone...is gone, mama..." or, "Come baaaaaacckckkkkk...." It doesn't help that this 'Guilt wake-up call' is topical--for example...

This Sunday we took the family to the railroad museum. The Cave Troll was ecstatic-- he climbed on the trains and looked at the trains and generally enjoyed himself thoroughly. We took a break for lunch (because I'm out of practice and forgot to bring crackers, this was a little early) and told him we'd go back. My husband actually took him back--for ten minutes, because he was too tired to get out of the stroller...but not too tired to cry all the way home..."Go back mama, trains...go baaaaaacccckkkk...want see trains...go back..." (Imagine a heartbreaking inflection at the end here.) Anyway, we thought that after he got home and took his nap that would be the end...

But no. Ten to six in the frickin' morning...you know, when you're hanging on to that snooze button because that ten minutes of sleep has just become the be-all and end-all of your existence...we hear the rolling over, and the tell tale whimper and then..."Go back...see trains, mama...go back and see trains..."

Anyway, the good news this week is, BOUND is no longer Shanghai-d. Today or tomorrow I"m going to get the proofs on e-mail, then it's 4-6 weeks until the book hits my front porch and amazon.com...I'm getting excited again--I'm dying for someone to read it, because I"m at the stage where I have doubts all over again...(You go back and forth--some days you wake up and it's the best thing you've ever written. Some days you wake up and decide to buy stock in the paper bag industry because you're about to make a run to the store and buy them as masks for the rest of your life.) But, either way, my waiting time is now finite, and I could not be more relieved.

I'm bailing now--I'm blogging from work and I think my grading program is back on line...I'm working on those pix, though, and, of course, the next installment of Top Sheep. Later!