My day was normal until I got home. I have two hours from the moment I get through the door till the boys go to bed. My elderly dog peed in the bathroom, Bugs knocked his dinner on the floor on accident, I realized a stitch was missing two rows down on my fair isle Sheep Heid hat, I found the DVD that I swore to my friend I had already returned it to her and then Bugs busted the mirror in his bedroom, also on accident. So, after all the clean up, feeding, bathing and tucking in, I smothered my sorrows in a peanut butter & bacon sandwich while surfing the internet and listening to Boo NOT go to bed.
Then it hit me. I remembered that I can just make the missing stitch from two rows below and then ladder it up like a dropped stitch. Somehow, that made me feel much better (well, the bacon didn't hurt either) and I am going to bed on a high note.