Knitting sweaters is basically five minutes of fun and excitement while you cast on followed by long hours of ennui and then horrifying moments of complete and utter stress while you try to follow pattern instructions that were written by designers on crack. If you think swatching is dull? Don't knit sweaters. S'all I have to say on the matter. And it's a baby sweater, to boot. That gansey for my husband? Pull over for the Aussie? Vest for my dad? Yeah. Never gonna happen.
Being invested in pushing my boundaries as a knitter, I'm yawning my way through it. Still. This must be why I love socks. They're over quickly. Instant gratification.