... and I am tired, hungry, sore and crabby.
Our evening got off to a great start when our toilet overflowed all over the bathroom so much that we had to use most of our towels to be able to catch it before it ran down the vent. This resulted in the bathroom floor needing to be mopped. I decided that if the whole floor was getting mopped, then the rest of the bathroom should be tidied a bit, too. So, most of my evening was devoted to scrubbing the shower, tub, sink, mirror and pretty much everything else in the room while washing the toilet-water towels.
By the time that was finished (midnight), I was in no way ready to go to sleep (Dan had been sleeping for 2 1/2 hours already). So, I decided that I should take advantage of the peace and quiet to attempt to figure-out where I had gone wrong on my dad's lace bath cloth. I really should have gone to bed... or at least should have been mindlessly knitting row upon row of 2x2 ribbing on Merecedes scarf while watching a movie and dozing on the couch. Oh, no. I decided that I needed to work on the dang lace pattern that I've been having issues with since the cast-on.
This was a very bad idea.
I was almost 1/2 done with the whole thing when I picked it up tonight, but now look at it:
Yes, after all my hard work and hours upon hours of attempting to wrestle the pattern into something real, I frogged the whole darn thing and started over.
It was a lot harder to do this than you may realize. I had never had to frog an entire project because of an issue that I couldn't fix. I'm sure that tomorrow I'll wake-up, look at the pattern realize what I did wrong, and curse my hasty decision. At this point, though, frogging seemed the only logical reason with tomorrow being Christmas Eve and the other Christmas projects that I still have to work on sitting in bags by my bedroom door. That pattern had been giving me problems from the get-go, so maybe this is for the better.
We'll see what happens in the morning once I have a clear head.