Expectations

That, by the way, is what E is for. I struggle with expectations as I suspect everyone does. I expect myself to post on my blog more, way more, than once a week. But here I am; it's Friday and this is the first time this week that I have put fingers to keyboard. Part of that is beyond my control. This is a very busy time in the Jewish calender. Having just celebrated Rosh Hashanah and survived(not an exaggeration) Yom Kippur, we set up our sukkah for that holiday. On the one hand, I really like Sukkot. It's definitely a holiday best celebrated with lots of people and copious amounts of food. On the other hand, prepping for the multitudes who will come over to help in the merrymaking takes a fair amount of work. And the completion of that work is not helped by digressions(that was last weeks post?).
I felt compelled this week to replace our already existing, handmade challah cover with a new, handmade challah cover. Why? I'm not sure, but I think using up the ric rac had something to do with it.My expectations that I add new items to my shop every week meant that I had to finish dyeing and boiling out these fabrics. Could this have waited until next week? My suspicion is yes.
Getting it all done, plus home schooling my kids, and allowing for a few digressions that had me sewing a new top for myself and working on Abi's much delayed ripple blanket, all while trying to get ready for Sukkot was pretty stressful. But, like I said, I've got these pesky expectations. And little to no self control. It all adds up to a head to head match up between what I want to do and what I need to do.