baby sale?

By christa 24 January, 2007 random

My kid is almost 2.5 now, so I’ve got quite the collection of no-longer-useful baby junk. I can’t decide what to do with it. Sell it? Keep it, in case of another baby? Give it away to friends, newly minted moms? Keep it for nostalgic reasons? Donate it?

You know, the real question isn’t what I should do with all this crap; it’s whether or not I should have another baby. Dilemma 2007.

So many cons, a few pros. What to do, what to do. There’s an ocean of ambivalence crashing against the shores of my biological clock. Somewhere out there is my answer, hiding away on a tiny little boat, searching for someplace safe to land, being tossed around and bullied by those tempestuous waters. Damn you, tempestuous waters! 

I need some help here. A lighthouse! Yes! Come Answer, come, to this flashing beacon of light.

No? Okay, how about one of those really big horns? “Over here Answer! Over here! It’s safe now.”

No, no. That isn’t enough. I need the coast guard. They’ll brave the storm. Go coast guard, go and rescue my answer and bring it back to me.

They don’t have anything better to do anyway. They can help me with my babymaking choices.

we’re in trouble now folks.

By christa 22 January, 2007 ry pics

Ry has discovered he can reach previously unattainable objects/locations by moving one of his stools or chairs and making himself taller. He can now climb atop many a thing and reach all new levels of precariousness.

mount countertop

Oh, do I miss the days when he sat around like a big fat slug.

putting on the list…

By christa 19 January, 2007 random

A friend recently reminded me of the lists that I once prominently featured on loafe. Those were good times, the lists. So I decided to start making them again. I can’t promise anything consistent or frequent, but I can promise you they will be very uninteresting. yay!

my suggestion, even though I provided a link, is to NOT go back and read those old lists I made. They’re really creeping me out. Also, I’m kind of embarrassed. I have no shame, do I? What a sad, lonely bastard I was. Is. Am. Whatever.

abracadabra

By christa 16 January, 2007 best of loafe, vol 1, random

Sometimes, I wish I could just disappear. Not to some other different, better place, but just disappear, to nowhere. I don’t want to be dead, I just want to be not-existing somewhere (I guess that technically “somewhere” isn’t “nowhere” but do we really need to quibble).

Then I wouldn’t have to worry about money or my relationship or my son or my weight or my career (or lack thereof) or the laundry or tenants or friends or Iraq or the bathroom that needs to be cleaned. Just close my eyes and POOF: I’m floating in some dark abyss before time existed, no thoughts, no feelings, just nothingness.

Jeez, it didn’t sound as dark and depressing in my head this morning as it does right now, typing it out. Hmm.

This isn’t a cry for help.

It really just boils down to me needing a maid.

On second though, I guess this is a cry for help.

To the gods of domestic happiness, please send relief in the form of someone to clean up our nasties. thank you.