raise the white flag, zigzag

Everything was going so well.

Until I got stumped on one particular part of one particular gift.

And then it seemed that nothing had been going well at all.

So I raised the white flag. 

I retreated to my room.

I closed the door, got under the covers,  turned on last weeks Parenthood, and picked up my crochet hook and yarn.

And I cried. 

I cried for Newtown, I cried for sick mothers, I cried for broken hearts, I cried roads not taken, I cried because it's Christmas. 

And then Sweet Man said dinner was ready.

So I went back out, puffy eyed, and ate loaded baked potatoes with my menfolk.

I sipped some wine and ate a cookie. I told the boys to take showers and then I went to bed and slept a good 8 hours. 

Sometimes you just have to surrender.