One Saturday, about 2 or 3 years ago, my husband took the three kids over to see his parents. I had left shortly before him, anxious to enjoy a few hours of free time doing something glamorous, like grocery shopping without being pestered for Cocoa Pops, or returning vastly overdue library books. When I returned, looking forward to a quiet house and perhaps an hour of knitting, the front door was wide open.
I called my husband on the cell phone, and he swore he had closed and locked the door. So I then called the local police. A very polite officer showed up, and when I explained the situation, he assured me I had done the right thing, and he would be happy to go in with me until we confirmed there were no burglars hiding inside, waiting to steal my . . . yarn.
We entered the house, and the police officer's face blanched. "Do you want me to write up a report? What's missing?" he said.
I looked around. The house was in its normal state of chaos, toys and papers and clothes and yarn detritus thrown everywhere. Imagine my horror a split-second later when I realized he thought that thieves had ransacked the house looking for valuables.
Today I am feeling frustrated. There are so many thing I want to do: projects to make, projects to design, yarns to try, halfway-done things to finish. Yet I feel I am just not making any progress. I find this eagerness to try so many things paralyzing. I start one thing, then stop and think I'll try another, then get anxious that I haven't finished the first, and so on. In the meantime, I have to stop a dozen times to get little people food, or help them in the bathroom, or find the keys that are right in front of my husband's face, or fold a load of laundry.
I now have a basket full of handdyed yarn I'm eager to try, and just don't know when I'll get to it. And the more I feel paralyzed by my lack of accomplishing anything, the more inertia takes hold, and I find I can't even sit down and finish knitting one complete row without getting up and down, and stopping and starting four other things.
Plus, my house is a mess.