Brocaded and tears
Back in August when Lane cut my 2 yards of Helga's leg wraps off my off my loom, I didn't cry. I didn't beat him, I didn't even yell. I calmly walked away from him, and then it took me 2 more months to get them done. It was my fault for leaving the scissors hanging on it with a 2 year old in the room.
Fast forward to tonight. I have worked on the current wire brocaded section for about 4 hours. When I stopped at the barn on my way up the driveway to feed the horses, I told them they could unbuckle but to stay in their seats. When I got back 3 minutes later the backseat was 2/3 empty. With dread I glanced in the hatchback and saw 2 little heads in the dark trunk on top of my loom. There was instant anger. There was flinging of little children out of the trunk there was yelling. There was door slamming. I can't think of another time I have been that angry with my kids. When I got the loom in the house, it was almost as bad as I had imagined. It was still on the loom, but 1 wire was broken, the last 3 or 4 sheds were stretched tight beyond recognition, the top peg which had been weak, was now broken, and I was missing a shuttle of wire. Went back to the car to find the shuttle, and now the tears started flowing, why me, why can't I keep anything nice, why did they not listen to me this time. In some ways its my fault for laughing when they have "hidden" in the back before. But I explicitly told them to stay in their seats because I knew my loom would be in danger. Waited till I calmed down to deal with my babies, because I was in no condition to be dealing with consequences in that mood. I suppose I'll take out a couple inches and try to salvage it later when they are in bed. And start looking for a nice little STURDY box loom again. And Craig will ask me, just how many looms do you need? 5 and counting...
Fast forward to tonight. I have worked on the current wire brocaded section for about 4 hours. When I stopped at the barn on my way up the driveway to feed the horses, I told them they could unbuckle but to stay in their seats. When I got back 3 minutes later the backseat was 2/3 empty. With dread I glanced in the hatchback and saw 2 little heads in the dark trunk on top of my loom. There was instant anger. There was flinging of little children out of the trunk there was yelling. There was door slamming. I can't think of another time I have been that angry with my kids. When I got the loom in the house, it was almost as bad as I had imagined. It was still on the loom, but 1 wire was broken, the last 3 or 4 sheds were stretched tight beyond recognition, the top peg which had been weak, was now broken, and I was missing a shuttle of wire. Went back to the car to find the shuttle, and now the tears started flowing, why me, why can't I keep anything nice, why did they not listen to me this time. In some ways its my fault for laughing when they have "hidden" in the back before. But I explicitly told them to stay in their seats because I knew my loom would be in danger. Waited till I calmed down to deal with my babies, because I was in no condition to be dealing with consequences in that mood. I suppose I'll take out a couple inches and try to salvage it later when they are in bed. And start looking for a nice little STURDY box loom again. And Craig will ask me, just how many looms do you need? 5 and counting...