So. Remember that time I went to a fiber festival in Hot Springs? It was awesome, and I'd looked forward to going for months. I've always wanted to go, actually, but it was usually scheduled for the first weekend in December--when the weather was bad, my work was busy, my mom was having a birthday or some combination of those things. But!
It got moved to September! I could go! And so I did! I took the time off, and I even told my co-workers and supervisors where I was going (that was maybe a mistake). It was near my anniversary, so I took the time off and Cody and Evelyn were going to come with me and enjoy the downtown while I looked at vendors.
So off we went! I stayed up really late the night before knitting a hat for the event. I didn't need another hat, but it was a pattern that I'd been wanting to try for a while and I'd had the yarn for a month or two, and I was just so excited to work on something for myself even if I never blogged about it (and I never have, just because). So we drove down and they dropped me off and I went to the convention center.
And it was really quiet in there.
I didn't see any signs or knitters, and I didn't hear the familiar sounds of a convention. A group of businessy-looking people walked past talking about some deals. And I started to feel weird.
I had printed off an email proving my registration (I still don't have Internet on my phone) and....there it was. The confirmation for my attendance for the festival. Just one week away.
The signs were all there! My friends weren't talking on Facebook about catching rides together, or the classes they were taking. No one had mentioned anything at knit night. There were no pictures from Thursday on the festival's social media accounts. But I just hadn't really noticed, or been able to process what I was maybe noticing because I was so busy. We were finishing up some big projects at work, and I was still working at my second job. And on top of working and more working, I was attempting to see my family and do fun things with a little girl and enjoy my weekends. It wasn't working out like I'd hoped, obviously.
So. I went ahead and had to call Cody and let him know that I, adult person and sole breadwinner and also mother of our daughter, was too exhausted to remember how calendars work and that we had gone to Hot Springs for no real reason in the rain. To his credit, he didn't say much about it and never has. He skipped right over the part where I was too tired to function and said he was kind of excited that I could spend the day with him and Evelyn.
And we had a great time! We went into a bunch of the shops and looked at rocks, ate popcorn at some place where Evelyn ate popcorn in her raincoat, and went to the toy store where we got her a little tin tea set that she loves. And then there were the regular ol' site like the hot springs and the bath houses. We ate Sonic on the way out of town, which Evelyn thought was the best treat ever, and enjoyed the first chilled-out day we'd all had together in forever.
I decided to scale back on a few things shortly after that day, like blogging when I didn't feel like it and working until spending any kind of weekday with my girl felt like the rarest of pathetic rarities. By the time I came back a week later, I already knew I'd probably resign from extra work. I was able to relax and have dinner with friends instead of rushing back home. I was able to enjoy myself. I wasn't quite comfortable with broadcasting my moment of absolute spaciness at the time, but I was thinking about these pictures the other day and figured I'd throw them out there. I'd like to go back some time when we can walk the trails and maybe meet up with friends who live in the area.
We have time.