March Sticky Notes

Dear Bank Lady (4th St Location):
Clearly, although you are a manager here, you do not have children. I know that you were doing this with the best of intentions, but if a toddler is happily eating a fruit bar, PLEASE DON'T OFFER THE TODDLER CHOCOLATE EGGS. I mean, I do let Am have chocolate - but only as a treat, or as a reward. Am (of course) didn't want to eat the fruit bar, in favor of the egg. I swooped in & commandeered the chocolate egg, insisting that she finish her fruit bar before shiny foil-covered egg consumption. It would have served you right, Bank Lady, if Am would have had a full-scale fit over it. Instead, the fates were merciful, and Am powered through that fruit bar faster than I've ever seen. A happy ending, although it was a little tense for a moment there.

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Dear Cat:
I love you too, but srsly. NEED SUM SPACE, PLEEZ MOVE BACK A STEP.

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Dear Post-Partum Depression:
I'm going to get you yet. If positive friends, loving family, funny children, holidays, exercise, eating right, & lengthening days don't get you, the anti-depressants I've just started will. Pack your bags, you sad, sticky little puddle of misery & self doubt that's been tracking yourself all over the inside of my head. I'm tired of trying to pretend that you're not there. Go away.

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Dear T___:

I've never met you, but you are clearly an idiot. Stupid dork. I'd unfriend you on Facebook, but I'm still debating stalking you malevolently.

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Dear Laundry:
Of course I'm joking about stalking. You & I have too much time committed together, laundry, for me to ever think about taking up another hobby*.

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Dear Knitting:

You know that you're important. Maybe it's only a row every day, but you know, two of my three projects (the grey(t) cardi & the mobius cowl) are in that perilous 'finishing' stage, where they aren't small enough to be portable or easily tossed to the side whilst parenting. (The other one, my mistake shawl, is my portable purse knitting. I know if I take it out to work on at home that I will regret it because I'll forget it on a big 'waiting time' errand day.) It's dangerous, but I think I need a new project. Maybe the Big Merino I just scooped from TKR...

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Dear Everyone:
Did you know that there are some truly hideous things that you can do with super bulky yarn? It's like the super bulky has a high enough specific gravity that it attracts extra stupid ideas. Actually, a lot of the super bulky yarns I saw were spectacularly ugly enough that it's possible they snuck into our world from an alternate dimension. I think I read a Stephen King short story about that...

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Dear Bank Lady (At Crowfoot):
I fully applaud your effort with the mouse stamp - but the toddler was not going to be appeased by anything today. On the other hand (my right hand, actually), I am enjoying my mouse stamp immensely. (Several hours later, Am is admiring my stamp, & maybe a little jealous.)

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Dear Knitting Muse:
I know I've been having a hard time with creativity & focus lately. It's the depression. I hope the pills won't affect either my libido OR creative drive. It's a while yet before they kick in. Until then, yeah, it's probably best if I don't invest too much energy into a new super-bulky project - because the world already has enough hideous giant variegated ponchos, it's true. Too bad I don't have enough for a mother/daughter/daughter project...

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Dear Paint Cans:
I'm very excited to see you too. It will be intersting trying to paint with the kids, the man's travel schedule, and, um. That's actually enough to make it interesting.

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Dear Laundry & Knitting:
Yes, we're painting. Rather a lot of the house, actually. It'll be fine.

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And most of all...

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Dear Amoryn & Eleni:
You were both so beautiful today, in the afternoon sunlight. I am so glad that we were all in a happy mood together in Am's room, reading books as the light & warmth poured in. This is what I want more of. Love, Mama/Mommy/MOMMMM!

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*I was stalked - briefly & unpleasantly - so I feel quite fine about making stalker jokes. PS: Canada's anti-stalking laws SUCKED about ten years ago; I hope they've improved since then. Thankfully, I have had no reason to know.