Life's a Stitch

Some days are like this, I know. The 22 yr old is teary after the pressures of being a nurse to a critically ill six pounder, scared to death that she would have to perform CPR on this little guy; the 20 yr old is overwhelmed with the decision to accept an eight month position 3000 mile away, requiring severing ties with the BF; and the 15 yr old has informed me in anger that I shouldn’t expect him home tonight. Deep down I know it’s just a threat, but even still. And one week till surgery. Calgon, take me away. Maybe when I get some time to knit my brain can put it all into perspective.