My in laws are moving back to MI tomorrow and the hubby and kids are helping them pack, or rather my husband is helping and the kids are probably just getting in the way. Since I don’t really enjoy packing I chose to stay home. 😉
I’ve been working on Sahara as I wait for my needles. I’m liking the berroco softwist more today than I was last night. I guess it takes some time to get used to. I am fairly surprised at its stretching ability. I was pretty sure that the back was too small but I tried it on and luckily it’s not. It’s not a very exciting project but usually stockinette stitch isn’t what I would normally call “thrilling,” but it works when you’re watching a CSI marathon on tv because I don’t have to pay attention to what I’m doing. I’m kind of tempted to frog back to the arm holes and make some adjustments but I’ve already connected both fronts to the back and I’m not really sure I want to go through the trouble.
Had a lovely talk with my mom today. Why is it that all mothers seem to think they know what’s best? For instance my future is of great interest to her, especially my choice in careers. I had my kids young and after a lot of discussion, chose to be a stay at home mom until they were both in school. My mom having never had that opportunity really thought it was the best for her grandkids and wholly supported my quitting school to raise them. At the time I had grand plans to become a nurse, not so much because it was something I wanted but because it was what my mom wanted. In fact I wanted to become a doctor but being the voice of reason my mom talked me out of that field. As all conversations with my mom, today’s was no different.
“So do you know what you want to do?”
My mom is incredibly fun to tease. Years before when she’d ask me that question I’d throw something arbitrary and obscure out there just to mess with her.
“Yes, I’m going to study music and play piano professionally!”
She had a field day with that one. If anyone can find a million reasons to discourage you from something it’s my mother. Anyway, I’ve wanted to be a doctor since god knows when. Oh sure, over the years I’ve thought of different professions – architecture, engineering, law, interior design…. but in the end I always come back to medicine. And so my conversation with my mom began with me trying to justify my wanting to go to med school and ended with her telling me she was going to look into the job market and education to become a nurse anesthetist.