I Think I Forgot How To Count

They always joked it would happen when I was taking things like trigonometry and calculus in high school. I was going to get so used to working limits and imaginary numbers that I was going to have to write long, complicated equations across the walls of the school when someone asked me “2+2”. I don’t do any of that higher math now, but somehow I still cannot count correctly.

Or maybe I can. I’m not sure. Because working on this particular piece, I am way off in some places and then miraculously get back on track within the next row. I have no clue what I am doing, but it is apparently evening out. I am also so ready to be done with this piece. Which is good, since I need to get it in the mail… oh, yesterday. Too bad I’m not actually anywhere close to being done. (Though I am much closer than I was in that picture.)

Slow Progress Feels Like No Progress

I’ve heard it said before that, “Slow progress is better than no progress.” Which is good in theory, but not so much in practice. If I were making no progress because I wasn’t doing anything, that would be understandable and not necessarily frustrating. It’s working for an hour straight and having almost nothing to show for it that gets irritating.

This was three days progress on the background. Closing that tiny hole took three days of work. Granted I only have a couple hours a day to work on this, but it is still disheartening to see it take so much time. Now that I’m on to the hair and skin, it feels like it is moving slightly faster. Only slightly, though. And I have to get this finished by next week to get it sent on time.

Don’t Let Me Loose in a Closing Office Supply Store

I’m going to start by either informing or reminding you that I am a nanny. I don’t work in an office. I’m not even some type of freelancer who does office work at Starbucks. I watch children for a living. And yet, I spent fifty dollars at the Office Depot that is closing and has everything on sale this weekend.

That’s a full set of Sharpie pens, a bunch of felt tip pens, two different kinds of Post-its, some book tabs, and some electrical tape. So they are things that are necessary. Sort of. Still probably a little overboard.