gritting my teeth

Okay, so no thunderstorm.  and before I had even begun, the puppy ate a bead I dropped.  He just sat there crunching away on it.  Must think he is a chicken.  I said "you have no gizzard, give it back."  He curled his lip.  I banned him from the room.  Now I hear him sitting on the other side of the door.  Boof, boof.  No sympathy.  Alright, I'm dying to open the door and let him in.

But no!  It's time to work.  I played the video. Already I don't have the right materials, but I'll have to make due.  I started at 10:40a.m.  All my materials laid out.  I have to play the video again.  and again.  and again.  Am I stupid?  No, I'm just panicking.  Breathe.  You can do I say.  Just take your time.  It doesn't have to be perfect the first 100 times.  So I wrap the thread around my finger like the lady says and I begin.  Row one.  Not bad.  Row two.  Not that hard.  Row three.  Where are we?  Panic sent in again.  Play the video again.  Alright, I get it now.  Row five.  My first mistake.  Only I didn't realize it until row 8.  I'm working along in silence.  No dogs.  No tv.  Peaceful.  Why am I gritting my teeth?  I thought this was relaxing.  NOT!!!

Then it happened.  I'm almost out of thread.  No one told me how to add more thread.  What do I do?  Stop here and make a ring for a baby?  No, I'm going to figure this out.  But I'm hungry.  I need to finish my laundry.  The dogs need to go out.  So many excuses.  I'll let the dogs out but then I'm going to stay here until I finish this one ring.  

I did it!!!  Were you holding your breath?  I was.  It took me 2 hours.  and the side of face hurts from all the teeth grinding.  But I now have a pretty little ring.  Now I want to make more.  But first I need to eat.