So I got the flu yesterday. In case you have forgotten, it is TERRIBLE! As a mother of three, I have said many times that I would do anything to just lay around and do nothing for one day…but I take that back. I would do anything, other than have the flu, to lay around and do nothing for one day. The only upside to the flu that I can see is that it is the closest a man will ever come to experiencing labour…and well, that’s just plain amusing.
Anyway, the night before I got sick, I was working away on these blankets I’ve been trying to finish. They’ve been taking forever because, quite frankly, I will do anything to get out of working on them, including but not limited to, starting a blog. So two nights ago, I’m sitting there, working away and I actually said to Chris, “I am so sick of working on these blankets that I literally feel nauseous.”
Later that night I would come to know the true meaning of nausea.
Anyhow, the blankets came in handy the following day when I was overrun by chills. Here they are, since I know you’re just dying to see them.
I had never actually crocheted anything before, but I learned how on youtube. Who knew? I highly recommend looking there if you’re interested in crocheting anything. Then go to Google Maps and do a search for, “closest insane asylum” because that’s what crocheting a blanket will drive you to – you might as well have clear directions. Anyway, they came together quite nicely, even though my early excitement turned into crushing dread at the thought of looking at them. Push through, that’s what I always say.
I made the blankets in the first place, because we had a really nice couch blanket that was just a little too short to share, so there were endless fights over who got “de bwane-tee.” Also, that beautiful blanket has since been demolished by juice, snot and who knows what else. Anyway, I thought it would be nice for the girls to each have a couch blanket of their own. Here’s what happened when I presented them with the fruits of my hours of labour:
Yep. I literally had to force them to use the blankets for like 2 seconds and yes, Ruby has half a hot dog sticking out of her mouth. Angels, aren’t they?
How I managed to convince myself that a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old could be excited to receive a blanket is beyond me. So I’m posting it here in hopes that someone will appreciate it.
Anyway, the flu had it’s way with me and left this morning. No sign he was ever even here. Didn’t even leave a note or anything. Flus these days. Sheesh.
Here’s hoping you can escape this flu season unscathed. Now go wash your hands, take some echinacea and get hooking your own blanket…if…you…dare! (Those last three words should be read in a scary voice).