There hasn’t been much time for stitching lately. Once again, my husband and I are the volunteer librarians for our daughter’s school. This involves coming in every week to help 11 classrooms check books out, check in the books that come back, shelve the books that have been checked in, and keep up on overdue books and fines. Today is the end of the first full week of library duty. Overall, it has gone quite well, but I am exhausted! I have also been trying to figure out what to do with my daughter for Girl Scouts. For the last two years she has had commitments on the day that they had their meetings, so this would be her first year to join. It would also be the final year for Brownies. The troop that she was assigned to has a lot of members, ranging from 2nd grade through 7th. I guess last year they didn’t do a whole lot in terms of earning badges, and some of the other moms have thought about starting another troop just for 2nd and 3rd graders. I would love to help with that, but I certainly can’t be the leader, and I’m worried that none of the other moms will be able to find the time to do it either. So at the moment we are at a stand-still, although we have already paid this year’s membership dues. My daughter is so anxious to start, and keeps asking when the first meeting will be. I am also the chapter librarian for our local DAR chapter, which is keeping me busy. By the time you add in cleaning house and taking care of the kids, that doesn’t leave much time for my actual, paying job! And of course, cross stitch is absolutely last on the list, sadly. But I did manage to get in about 30 minutes yesterday on A Summer Ball, and have finished the man’s white pants. I have only a little bit left to do to have two full pages completed! That means I will be 1/5 of the way done with the chart. Yikes, that sounds impossible. I have also just received issue 141 of Cross Stitch Gold which has an adorable Gingerbread house sampler, and a Victorian Christmas scene. I know I will regret saying this later, but sometimes I wish my kids would hurry and finish growing up so I can retire and do nothing but stitch all day. Of course, that will probably never happen, and if it does I will be wishing that my kids were little again. But that’s life, I suppose.