Some days, parenting makes me question my sanity.
Not a lot at all to say today. No knitting. No sewing.
Just lots of family drama. Which I won’t go into, since I know Klumpen reads this, and some of her friends have found there way here as well. She can tell her own stories.
But it’s affecting my job. I have to drive back and forth, using my vacation time, or my sick time, which was almost non-existent to begin with.
And the stress doesn’t help either.
And I had a stupid 2 hour course on “preventing harassment”. Which could be summed up as follows: “If someone says something you don’t like, that offends you in some way, you can complain.” Pointless and childish. If people would act like the adults they’re supposed to be, then it wouldn’t be so bad. Blech.
Whatever. I put up pictures of our weekend at the Renaissance Festival here.