Happy? Yes, happy. I haven't seen DH since Sunday night. He's been working out of town for three days and I miss him. I'm also sick of doing his jobs; cleaning the litter box, taking out the garbage, making the bed, folding the laundry and after three days of grabbing something from the fridge or cupboard I could do with a home cooked meal. So, I'm happy he's coming home tonight.
Frustrated? Yes, frustrated. I have no less than five pairs of needles clicking away (not all at the same time), I'm in the middle of a new design and I can't work on any of it. I keep getting interrupted. I've had to get up from this desk three times while I've been trying to write this article. Can you guess why? The Four Year Old is here. 'Nough said.
Hurt? No, more like hurting. The inside of my left knee is killing me. It especially hurts when I squat down to The Four Year Old's level and it really hurts when I try to get back up again. Arthritis? Who knows. Certainly not Dr Duck. Yes, I'm hurting.
I'm afraid I'll have to deprive you all of any other feelings I have as I can't do this with the little guy hanging over my shoulder asking what I'm doing every ten seconds.