When I was a kid doing something fun it never failed, my mother always called me for something. It was time to eat or take a bath or go to bed. I always asked for 5 more minutes but rarely got it. Last night I ran into the same problem. I needed 5 more minutes to finish up the kitchener stitch on the socks but I had to be a grown up and go to bed. The Husband had to get up extra early and I didn’t want to wake him climbing into bed just after he’d fallen asleep. Maybe today I’ll squeeze in those 5 minutes.