In the blink of an eye

The day sped by so fast — I had to make special effort to post what I wrote last night, and now I realized I have no post for today yet.  It’s been crazy, it’s been hectic.  My boss came to my rescue after all and told those people pestering me to bug off because she doesn’t want me spending half my day scheduling.  Now I can breathe a sigh of relief, and I don’t care if someone’s seething at having to take over some of the responsibility for this — I have too many things on my plate focusing on my boss as it is.

My sister just called me from LAX.  She got into the US with no hassle and is getting ready to board her flight to JFK.  Such bliss thinking about how someone’s finally here to help me again.  Now I understand why some mothers succumb to Post Partum Depression — the demands of motherhood can really be overwhelming more so when you are still physically recovering from the rigors of delivery. 

We have been spoiled by Mom’s support, actually — I was lucky.  But my boy is worth it and his grandma knows it, too. 

Now it’s time to think about dinner.. =)

Knitting Blind

Written last night sitting on the couch, resting from knitting

Today was very busy at work, so much so that I didn’t get a chance to post anything in my blog.  I left at 5PM because I felt like I was on the verge of losing it at work, and the worst thing was it wasn’t even because of my boss.

I managed to hold my composure, letting go of the anxiety on the way home and momentarily forgetting it when I saw Angel.

After putting him to sleep and while watching the evening’s episode of American Idol, I sat in the dark knitting away with my size 19 needles.  My “piece” is now a foot and a half long, and I knitted my cares away.  It was relaxing not to be following a pattern and just falling into the rhythm of purling and knitting away.

It helped to relax me and get rid of the anxiety of the previous days.  Two days now and I’ve had to struggle with trying to balance my responsibilities of assisting my boss.  I printed out a 2-page cry for help and put it in her take home folder, and I am hoping my boss receives the news with an open mind.  No one has been listening.  (As I wrote to my bestfriend Fe in an e-mail, I cannot figure out which part of “I am busy with my boss and cannot deal with your business right now” these people cannot understand..)  It has been VERY frustrating.

So I sought comfort in my knitting — and I let the mechanical movement which wove my project together hypnotize me into a peaceful rhythm.