Please excuse my bleary eyes and my lack of concentration. I've had a monster of a hangover the last couple of days.
But it's not the - I.knocked.back.a.few.too.many.drinks - type of hangover...it's more the - i'm.really,starting.to.show.my.age - version. The version stemming from G's birthday sleepover. Send me some props! We, our should I say, our house, survived a small herd of 10 year olds overnight. Except for a slight mishap with someone's glasses, no one needed a trip to the emergency room or an armed escort home.
But really, it was fun. Ten year olds are witty and even slightly sarcastic, but still very sweet and polite. Or is it my boy and his friends? There wasn't one moment of disrespect to the grown ups or to each other. Whatever it is, I count myself lucky.
And I come to you today, as a mama to a ten year old, grateful to have a chance to mother G, because he is a model of a First Son. I've always said, that G is my Conscience, my mirror. So, despite my residual grogginess from staying up listening to their pillowfights, getting up early to make their pancake breakfast, and mopping up all of the mess afterwards, I would do it again.
Another monster crept up from our house as well, first showing itself after our bout with the stomach flu a couple of weeks ago. That stomach bug ended up taking down half our family, mimicking this legendary scene from Stand By Me. Although it wasn't as funny at the time.
Yet somehow, it found its way out of its threads in the last few days, and I finished him just in time for a dear friend's son's first birthday.
Pattern: Abigail the Middle-Sized Monster
Yarn: Three Irish Girls
Needles: size 3
I hope you all have a great day! I'm off to face the monster laundry I have waiting for me.