...I found my breaking point.
We were supposed to go to England, but we can't because my stepkids need special education. Base preference was my reward for serving my country and husband by raising my kids alone, sleeping alone, living alone. Now we're stuck with Oklahoma. We didn't even get a preference in the US. (We begged to go to either coast.) I don't want to go to Oklahoma. I cried for 10 hours today. I can't tell you how much I don't want to go. I thought I could endure anything because I love David. That was before I realized "anything" can include Oklahoma.
I need to stop writing about it or I'm going to start sobbing again. I spent the day contemplating divorce with the phone in my lap and a pile of tissues around me.
I have been working on Isabel's present. I'm about 90% done. She needs a more expressive face. David suggested that I knit a Liger (pretty much his favorite animal) as a ballet classmate for it. I used bamboo fiber fill because I hate polyfil. (Why give stuffed animals cellulite-like lumps on their bums?)
I'll knit the Liger, 2 tutus, 2 leotards, and one more dress. Then I'm done with Christmas knitting. I'm shopping online. I'd rather get a pap smear that deal with the holidays this year. Ugh.