Sleeves - The Bane of My Knitting Existence

It's been going like gangbusters at work, and I have been putting in some very, very long days indeed.  The higher ups complain about how they can't get any help, but perhaps they should have thought about the consequences of  laying off half of your group during slow times, then expecting the remaining people to pick up twice as much work during the busy times, all for less pay. With work and little baby Emma, this means limited time for other pursuits, such as my knitting.  It also didn't help that for about a week, poor Emma and I were sick as dogs - we just couldn't shake off whatever bug we had.

In any case, I have decided that it is time to finally finish this baby sweater, before it becomes too small for Emma. 

The entire body is done, and all I have left to do are the sleeves.  I don't know why, but when it comes to sleeves, I just hate them.  I once started a sweater for husband (which I later ripped apart), but in the middle, I told him from now on all he would ever get are vests.  No sleeves!