Thank you for the whittled knitting needle love - it appears that I have found myself yet another hobby. We're planning another overnight camping trip in a few weeks and you can bet I'll take a tapestry needle and a Swiss Army knife.
The truth is I whittled those knitting needles because I couldn't not knit. Ever since the kids decided to go back to school I've been knitting for therapy. Good, old fashioned escapism. The kids really do love going to school, but I'm not so fond of our new lifestyle. School is like the job you can't leave at the office. It has cast a rather large shadow over my life. I should have seen it coming; I felt just the same way when Avery attended public school the first time. It was one of the many reasons we decided to homeschool several years ago.
Einstein was dead on with his definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Every day we do the same thing over and over again. Get up, eat breakfast, pack lunch, brush hair, brush teeth, tie shoes and run out the door. Get home, do homework, eat dinner, read books, brush teeth, go to sleep. It really is insane. I miss the freedom and variety we had while homeschooling.
Therefore I knit. Life is better when I have at least one needle, or four, in my hands. Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one. I do the same thing over and over again and the results are the same each time. Sanity. Don't be surprised if you see a lot of knitting here in the months to come. It's just me trying to accept that which I cannot change. At least not until the next school year rolls around.