11 September 2010
7 Small Shawls: T - 112 days and counting down.
You may remember that I hurt my wrist this past weekend. Annoying, yes, and for several different reasons! One was that I needed to have a secret project in Canada by this Friday. And I lost a lot of knitting time. Heh. So on Wednesday night, I did something I haven't done in years. Many years; about 17, actually. I pulled an all-nighter.
I know. I'm too old for this. But I did survive. And, although I had a few setbacks (including falling on the stairs in my frenzy!), I did make it to Fedex on time. But once they got the package, it was a miracle that it actually got to its destination. Oy. UPS next time, I think. :P
It was a surreal day. The problem with no sleep is that it makes my brain very dull, indeed. My dear husband ran out to the local coffee shop and got me a triple latte. I could only drink half of it, though, because I'm a decaf kinda gal and I was shaking like crazy! But it did me some much needed brain cell rehabilitation. I didn't end up having lunch, and everyone was warned to steer clear of me. Because really, me without sleep is bad enough, but me without sleep and food is really too over the top.
Thankfully, I got my project finished and blocked (although I packed it a little damp!) and, thanks to my brand new and wonderful shipping scale:
I got an accurate weight and saved some money on shipping!
On the way back from Fedex, I dropped by and helped a friend with her knitting, and then I went back home to fix dinner for the boys when they got back from swim practice. So by the time I lay down to doze a little, it was already 8 and the boys were doing the dishes. Mr. Romi was out. When I went in the kitchen, this is what I found.
And the other side.
"We love you Mom. Get rested." Written on my caffeine delivery system. I was speechless. I have the greatest family EVER.