This may not have a lot of knitting and a bunch of complaining.  Here is last weeks charity knitting. I have been working on the fingerless mitts.  I finished one and and am working on the second.  I realized I really don't like picking up stitches for the thumb. I've never had to do that before.  I've picked up stitches for a heel gusset but that was unpleasant as well.  I think it would have helped if I had DPNs.  The pattern isn't hard but I don't really enjoy it as much as I thought I would.  I think the toddler mitts will be easier because they won't have thumbs.  This is also why I probably won't ever make gloves with fingers.

I didn't blog on Wednesday because I was depressed.  I know it may sound silly but I was really sad that I was probably going to have to cut my hair.  I hadn't seen any critters in a few days but then I found one in my hair.  I was actually crying a bit.  It didn't help that the toilet had over flowed in the middle of the night so I was overtired.  I was explaining/complaining to my friend and we decided to try a suffocation method. I used some of her hair grease that is the consistency of petroleum jelly.  I also did my daughter's hair when she came home from school.  I left mine in for 24 hours and washed (or tried to) hers out before school.  When she left for school her hair was wet so I didn't realize how much hadn't come out. She looked like her hair was wet all day.  I felt so bad sending her to school like that.  It didn't really come out of my hair either and so I looked it up on line.  The suggestions that were most common, and seemed to work, was using dish detergent, since it is made to cut through grease, and specifically Dawn.  That made sense since that is what they use for getting oil off water birds after an oil spill.  I bought some (since what I had at home was generic) but I probably should have used the original and not the pretty smelling one.  I washed my hair and my daughter's multiple times and it's much better today, though it's not all out.  Because of this I haven't checked my hair yet.  Hopefully we are done and yes I have washed the sweaters and blankets again. As weird as it sounds this whole thing is actually very emotionally exhausting for me.

The other little story that was just a tiny bit irritating is also about my daughter.  I went over to my friend's apartment that is across the parking lot.  I knew Amey would be home soon but figured she had her key so she could be home by herself for five minutes.  I basically had my hand on the door nob to go home when I got a phone call.  It was from the office and they said "Amey is here and she is locked out can we give her the key?"  I said, "Oh, I thought she had her key.  I'm just at the neighbor's so I'll be right there."  As I was walking out of my friend's house I met my daughter walking out of the office.  There were two things I noticed right away.  1. The key was around her neck.  2. She was barefoot.  What happened was she could get in the apartment and took her shoes off (she hates wearing shoes).  She noticed the music was still on, my coat etc. was there, and the car was parked out front.  She just wanted to know where I was.  Sigh.  So she got talked to about walking around in October outside with out shoes, not to worry unless I wasn't back before her brother got home, and the first place to check would have been the neighbor not the office.  I guess I'm glad she knew to go there but really does she have to make me look bad?  At least it was before I did her hair so she didn't look greasy on top of it. I know it's a first world problem but it's still a pain.

O.k. I think that's it for my complaining, for today at least.  It's Mooky's birthday today.  He wants to help make the cake so we will do it once he gets home from school.  He is turning 8 but his emotions are a little younger so he's sad he's not getting lots of presents.  He's hard to buy for because he doesn't like much.  Hopefully for Christmas he won't be rude to anyone.  We're working on it.  I'm going to the school to volunteer in about and hour or so so I may have a story when I get back.  I'll see you next time.