(Wo)Man, this week has gotten away from me. First there was the holiday and then the DNC and now it’s friday and I posted… once?! What is up with that?
I have a new goal (well, not knew but the last two weeks I have been incapable of following through with it) of posting 4 out of 5 days. I’m hoping Kamel can get back on the Saturday-post-metaphorical-horse, but lately he’s just been running about like a chicken with his head cut off, attempting to keep the house in some sort of working order while I wallow. The wallowing is all part of pregnancy recovery 2012.
But enough of that, on to more interesting non-whiny crapola:
Kamel is almost thirty. He keeps telling me, “It’s almost my birthday! It’s almost my birthday!” It’s the first big birthday of a peer that I have witnessed since the onslaught of 21s. Of course, I won’t be turning 30 any time soon (Mwa ha ha ha), but ya know… oldy mcoldypants is just a week and a few days away. (And by mcoldypants of course I mean: mature and distinguished).
I’m keep looking at my work shoes and saying to myself: Feet, we need new flats. I’ve been dreaming about the new(ish) Toms Flats… especially these or these. But for whatever reason (more pressing wardrobe issues currently?) I have been lax on purchasing them. I’ve been wearing the Born brand for a few years but have not been recently inspired by them. Are you wearing flats? Do you love them? Are they awesome? Scoop me.
Dangly eargins: very useful when you are too tired and/or yuck to do anything but put your hair in a lame bun.
The Baby Industry Complex is for rea-ea-ea-eals. And it’s driving me nuts. We are very anti-stuff. It makes me antsy to not be able to throw 90% of what I own into a car and drive off into the sunset. Furniture can be re-purchased and, although at one point I was a massive clothes horse, over the past 3 years I have been successful in keeping things sparce, attempting to only keep the items I love and donating the rest. Or wearing them until holes appear and they are no longer fit for service. Having a kid, I will concede, involves some stuff… but not ALL the stuff. And I’m sticking firm to that no matter how many people double take at the concept of, “Nope, we don’t want a shower. Nope, we don’t want a rocking chair/changing table/swing/bouncy chair/play pen. Nope, we don’t want to make a registry and please don’t send us 50 million toys.” But hot damn, they are freaking adorable, I’ll give you that much. The world of shouds and have tos and oh-but-you’ll-see! can keep all of that, and I’ll keep chuggin’ along.