We just returned from a week at the beach. In keeping with tradition's past, I over-packed the knitting projects. I took two sock WIPs, and three, yes you read that correctly, three skeins of sock yarn, with the expectation that I would knit an additional three pairs of socks, despite knowing my monthly sock output is two and half pairs. Oh, and did I mention that I tucked in my Claire Randall shawl – the one I have yet to cast on? Nope? Well, I did. Honestly, my knitting could have taken up its very own suitcase, and well, it kinda, sorta did. And the best way to describe my knitting last week is simply - beached. I accomplished very little.
But I was successful on other fronts, namely just being a mom. My days were spent with the kids, who at 4 and 7, are not likely to sit in their age-appropriate beach chairs and watch the waves roll in. Our days started early and ended late. We swam in the ocean, built sandcastle kingdoms, searched for seashells, and mini-golfed until I could putt no more. After the boys tumbled into bed, I would drag out my limp, stockinette tube. I’ve developed a bad case of second sock syndrome.