Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

After my cleaning blitz yesterday, I swore up and down that I would go grocery shopping today and nothing else.

You know what happened next, right?

C’mon, I’m a parent. You KNOW something had to happen.

Daniel.

All day long.

In my lap.

Feverish and fussing.

I was allowed up for bathroom breaks, and to go to Chic-Fil-A for his nuggets (at that point, I just wanted him to eat something ANYTHING and keep it down and he wanted nuggets).

Thus far his dinner is remaining where it should.

More tomorrow.

OH! Before I forget….I placed the drive thru order at 6:13 pm.

The total?

$13.13.

Good thing I’m not superstitious!

I have too much stuff. I know you read that and think “pfft, you need to come look at MY house” but seriously…I really do.

Specifically: When I moved back home, we put all of my “stuff” into the storage trailer. Sounds almost normal, right?

The storage trailer is a 14 x 70 singlewide mobile home

For the last 3 years, my stuff has been mouldering in that trailer. I didn’t want to let it go because I’m insane a logical human being. After all, it would cost hundreds of millions of dollars to replace all that stuff, right? And you all know Murphy’s law

When you throw something out, you’ll find you need it the day AFTER garbage pickup

So now I’m debating….do I go through the trouble of selling the stuff that may or may not be worth anything on ebay, or do I just have a day of skeet shooting?

The clothes are going to Goodwill as soon as I can bag them up.

The books….oh have mercy the books. I have boxes upon boxes of books that MUST be gone through. My antique books are mixed in with the kids library – and the kids library is mostly going BYEBYE. Heartless? HARDLY!

Picture, if you will, the Uhaul small box. Got it? Now picture 8 of them – stacked full of kids books.

How did we acquire so many books when we were dead broke? Two words: Government warehouse. The Palm Beach County warehouse sale had all the books in the building for a penny each.

You read that correctly.

One

Penny

Per

Book

Needless to say, we filled our cart. Grab it off the shelf, we’ll sort it out later. But guess what?

It’s later.

subtitled: who the hell AM I?

They say clothes make the man.

I want to throw out all my clothes and start over.

That sounds like FUN, right? Only I really don’t….

have the money for that large a shopping trip unless I want to pay interest – and I don’t.

like shopping all THAT much. I hate trying things on

don’t really know WHAT to shop for College student? professional? both?

Tune in later, when our heroine tackles closet reorganization and ebay!

Play along!

1. Alone:: still
2. Science:: book
3. Deposit:: money
4. Faithful:: and true
5. Tender:: kisses
6. Chocolate:: dark
7. Homework:: assignment
8. Tamper:: with evidence
9. Friend:: visit
10. Wire:: money

this looks like fun.

Alas and alack….crocheting is my forte, and I have absolutely no reason to wear such a delicious garment.

I had a nice long bitch post brewing in my head, but I decided to skip it. By the time I got enough time to myself to get it all organized, most of the situation was over with.

I just have to remind myself that this IS the life I wanted, even if it sucks occasionally.

We’ve officially entered the “heaven help me” stage of pre-teen in this house. The logic (or lack thereof) confounds me.

Aaaaand I’ll have to type more later, because I’m getting interrupted.

Again.

To The Dude Singing Along with his Radio at the Top of his Lungs:

Sweetheart, the words are

“You spin me right ROUND baybee right ROUND LIKE A RECORD baybee RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND”

not

“You spin me right now, baybee right now let’s get nekkid baybee, right now round house”.

Although I like your version better, it’s not something I want my children repeating.

To The Lovely Older Woman at the Grocery Store:
Madam, you made my day. I appreciate your spirit and your strength. I only hope that when I’m your age, I handle myself with as much grace and gratitude.

To The Young Mom also in the Grocery Store:
Madam, hearing you speak to your daughter broke my heart. I wish I could tell you the amount of self-hatred I’ve had to overcome because my mother also used the word “ugly” in connotation with behavior. Please, please – if your child is misbehaving, say “Stop misbehaving” or “Don’t do that”. Saying “You’re ugly” or “You’re being ugly” is only going to cause problems for her later on in life.