Today, I think I might have a nervous breakdown. Yes, I might just do that. It seems like a good day for a nervous breakdown. And hell, after the mandarin jam has cooked, I'll be left at a loose end. I've already made a catastrophe out of one knitted project. The Rowan Yorkshire Tweed? About to face it's maker I'm afraid. There is such a thing as over blocking. And that's not so good on wool which is very unforgiving of being overblocked. I forgot - twice - to buy matching thread for fabrics I am sewing with, so the neat pile of cut outs will remain a neat pile of cutouts till post nervous breakdown time. The cats decided they liked some wool. And demolished it. All through the house. Pia likes wool too. She demolished some more wool. And then chewed on some ribbon. And then howled and howled and howled and hasn't stopped howling for about a week now because now she wants to crawl, or better still walk! and she can't. So she will howl instead until she can. Max refuses to eat his dinner. But will eat mandarins. Which is good because the tree is absolutely bursting with fruit and we're never going to eat them all. Which is why, as a frazzled mother, I am making jam. I do wonder as well, why jam is so high on my priority list. Habu Kit24 was started and then ripped out to start again on smaller needles. A jacket for a friend's baby was also started and ripped out and restarted in another size to account for a gauge which was way off. Mr6.5st is away. Yes. Away. In another country far away. For a long time. Apparently the Ducati factory was open when they went to visit, but not the Prada store. That's nice. I will email my friend he is staying with and get her to help him find the Prada store in London and make him go in and buy what is on my list so help me god if it kills him make him feel guilty. According to Max, it is 'morning time' at 4am. I thought that was mighty hilarious. So did he. He decided it would be really fun to 'learn to fly' at 4am by jumping off whatever high surfaces he could find. The house is a mess. I don't care. I have had 3 hours sleep a night for the last 4 days. I don't have my nice little camera with the nice macro lens, and so nice photos are beyond me. I need to re-learn how to 'see' through my old camera (which is technically better, but no macro function. Bummer). I've pretty much given up. I need to go out tonight and wear something other than jeans with food all over them. That means trying clothes on in my wardrobe and seeing what the silverfish have eaten, or not eaten. I should eat lunch. But I can't even think what I might want to eat. There is munched up bread (thanks Pia) all over the floor. So I am avoiding that part of the floor. My glasses broke/fell apart so I've been getting new ones. And my feet are falling apart and how impressed was I that I might be facing surgery to remove nerves in my foot if walking in pain continues.
And I have a headache.
Hit Save, and then I'm curling up on the couch for the 20 minutes left of quiet before more howling, and having a nervous breakdown.
eek!
Tomorrow is another day :)
Posted by: natalie | June 07, 2007 at 07:38 AM
Oh Honey. I know just about how you feel. Howling, crying, travelling, grime. Wool everywhere. No sleep. CAll in hwatever resources you can marshall. We are all pulling for you. And the Prada will make it a wee bit better, I promise. For me it was Vuitton and I hear that Prada works just as well.
Posted by: KT | June 07, 2007 at 10:19 AM
oh god.
The other week I made Polly a card that said "Happy Shit Week". I think you need one too.
Posted by: Charlotte | June 07, 2007 at 10:28 AM
Oh dear.
Maybe some wine or chocolate will help?
Or maybe some fabric purchasing... yes I think that will do it.
Posted by: belinda | June 07, 2007 at 10:34 AM
As I read this Little Miss Davis is howling herslef to sleep. For 1.5 hours now. No to the breast. No to the bottle. No to rocking reading patting singing...just NO DAMMIT. Not sure why going to sleep is so hard for this 10 month old.
Though it will bring no change in your reality, take solace in the fact that you are not alone. That and the fact that if there is NOT Prada (and I mean all of it, every last thing on the list) in the suitcase when he comes home, you have a free ticket to purchase whatever you please.
ahhhhhh.
Finally.
Silence.
NYC loft livin' is not as romatic as it sounds.
Posted by: girlh | June 07, 2007 at 10:41 AM
Get yourself reacquainted with that old camera of yours and forget about the macro...
;-)
Hope you are better today!
Posted by: Alex | June 07, 2007 at 12:28 PM
I don't know how old Max is, but when my nearly 2 year old nephew wakes at 4am he is handed some books and told to read quietly til morning.
My baby also wails at his inability to crawl. God it's annoying. As Kaz Cooke says, 'get out of the house, you're much less likely to do something awful to them in public'. Or words to that effect.
Posted by: kate | June 07, 2007 at 12:38 PM
Oh, I forgot to mention yesterday...
We got a great Applied Ecologist(non-toxic pest control) to see to our pest issues when we moved and he used Pyrethrum for the silverfish + it worked!
Can pass on his details if you're interested.
Hope things are a bit better.
Posted by: Carson | June 07, 2007 at 02:39 PM
I would come over and help you, if you'd let me play with your Habu.
:)
Posted by: carlene | June 07, 2007 at 07:49 PM
Wine helps.
Posted by: suse | June 07, 2007 at 08:36 PM
You need the cookbook ZEST by Marie Claire and cook the Mandarine Cake. Easy to make, you can lash it with double cream and it will feed the inner self. I guarantee you will feel sooo much better after consumming it and you wont care what the world throws at you.
Posted by: Jen | June 07, 2007 at 09:13 PM
Oh dear... I'm in London and will quite happily hunt your hubbie down and drag him to the Prada shop if you so desire.... he would no doubt think it very odd that some strange kiwi woman who has never met him or his wife has hunted him down in the middle of London! hang in there you'll get some sleep soon and Pia will discover her balance and walk...
Posted by: Fiona | June 07, 2007 at 10:25 PM
How my! I am with you here. Keep breathing ok? I wish you a quieter evening.
xox
Posted by: filambulle | June 07, 2007 at 11:26 PM
well, all I can say to that is...hugs, you need em...it'll all be ok. It sounds like you're having a rough ole time but somehow you're posts still have humour...you have a sense of humour i just get.
Posted by: Zoe | June 07, 2007 at 11:49 PM
Been there. Done that. Big sympathetic hugs! I'll send you peaceful thoughts from the other side of the world.
Posted by: Julie | June 08, 2007 at 12:20 AM
It sounds like maybe you are considering Neuroma surgery (I could be wrong), but if that is the case please try these orthotics first (http://www.theta-orthotics.com/index.html). I had Morton's Neuroma in both feet, and have been wearing these things for three years. The pain is almost completely gone, and I can even wear heels occasionally again. I hear Neuroma surgery is a bad deal for a lot of people, and didn't want it for myself. Good luck.
Posted by: Paula | June 08, 2007 at 04:10 AM
P.S. I type this with one hand as my baby is screaming in my lap -you are not alone!
Posted by: Paula | June 08, 2007 at 04:14 AM
I hope you have recovered slightly from your nervous breakdown. ;) Never mind the crumbs. Just try to get some more sleep and whatever edibles you can find.
Posted by: Emma | June 08, 2007 at 06:03 AM
My husband is away too. My house is a mess & the kids have gone mad. At least you have jam to show for it...
Posted by: Christie | June 08, 2007 at 10:16 AM
feel better soon. take care.
Posted by: eireann | June 10, 2007 at 02:43 PM
Thank you for your comment to my similar post a little while back. I've been remiss in not visiting most blogs this month, and I didn't see this until today. I can only say I know how you feel, sister.
Posted by: larissa | June 20, 2007 at 02:51 PM
oh dear. only you could write about a day like this so perfectly, with the perfect image to go along with. i am hoping that things are getting better, that the desired prada items were procured, and that max is eating now... i will read on. xxx
Posted by: amisha | July 10, 2007 at 05:44 AM