July 16th, 2009
I’ve been dying to write something. You know, wax eloquent on the suburbs (we’re still moving! taking little bits out all week with big exodus scheduled for this Saturday! also, I thought crickets were extinct?), expound on how I make my friend, Michelle N. sad because I self deprecate too much (leaving me to wonder if I don’t make fun of myself, who can I? I don’t like to be mean to people. Other than that vampire-toothed cross-eyed lisper kid on NYC Prep), or post a poll on what to pack next here at SS San Diego Momma (so much stuff! how do we have so much stuff? we’re going from a three bedroom to a five bedroom and there are not enough Harry Potter closets for the stuff!), but I can’t craft anything worthwhile.
It’s not that I don’t want to, or have ideas, or need to tell you about how I had macular degeneration when I was 18 and they still don’t know why, and how it was the first time I was called “idiopathic,” but not the last. It’s that I can’t link sensical phrases together into coherency. To be true, for some time now, I haven’t felt like crafting a real post, preferring instead to drive by the blog and throw bullets and vent thought steam, but now I really want to write! To write! It’s just that I can’t afford the time this week. Plus, The Rock is going to Space Bag me if I don’t start doing something RIGHT NOW. And as a matter of fact, he had a talk with me a few days ago about how I’m not pulling my weight with this move, and all I can say is that I’m tired of coordinating things and planning and executing. I am sort of taking a mom’s night out, but every day and at an inopportune time.
Really? OK truth? My head is full of Silly String and I can’t find even one end to pull and untangle. I don’t know where to begin. You know that feeling when there is just so much and you have no idea how to start so you just don’t? Everything in this house looks like a big pile of scrap metal and patchwork and I can make heads nor tails of it.
In related news, I plan to visit everyone’s blogs and do all my PROMPTuesdays and stop self-deprecating in August, after I return from NYC and get Toots in kindergarten and buy a rug for under the kitchen table. And buy a kitchen table.*
*Disclaimer for The Rock: For an affordable and Craigslisty price, and only after I’ve finished packing the kitchen, and I won’t rush into the purchase like I did for the Costco sectional that looks like a Brady couch, and was supposed to be chocolatey but is instead baby poopy.
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On July 16th, 2009, Jenn @ Juggling Life said:
Wait . . . you’re making my girl crush sad?
Would you like a hand next week with the organizing of the new kitchen? (She asked, salivating unattractively).
On July 16th, 2009, stoneskin said:
It’s nice to read the word “deprecating” in a non-programming context.
Ahhhhhhh.
Don’t deprecated yourself, please don’t.
On July 16th, 2009, vodkamom said:
wait- i think i need to go look up idiopathic.
or not.
On July 16th, 2009, Crystal said:
ummmmm…what? hehe j/k
Take a few breaths…this too shall pass. ;)
On July 16th, 2009, San Diego Momma said:
Jenn:
I see your unattractive saliva and raise you prodigious drool. So the answer is YES YOU CAN HELP ME PLEASE!
Stone:
I am a refreshing wind of change, aren’t I?
Vodkamom:
Not.
Crystal:
Exactly.
On July 16th, 2009, Jennifer said:
Silly string, scrap metal, patchwork; yea, it’s a mess but once you figure it out (one piece at a time) it’ll become easier. Remember to breath, good luck.
On July 16th, 2009, MissM said:
Everyone needs a good SpaceBagging now and then. After Jenn is done with your kitchen, can she come and do mine too? You can tag along and hold my baby. That should clear things right up :)
On July 16th, 2009, Maureen at IslandRoar said:
You had a macular degeneration when you were 18??? Wow.
You are so funny being random like that. Good luck with all that moving; it can be so stressful. We’ll wait…
On July 17th, 2009, Da Goddess said:
Wanna deal on a dining room table? I got one for you. Four chairs. Matching. In Poway. Craftsman style. Going inexpensively to the right home.
And PROMISE ME on SUNDAY that you will force the entire family into the car and head to Old Poway Park, meet me and LD and another kid, Dad combo down there for an hour and a half of music to cleanse your moving palate. Then Monday, if you want, you have my solemn promise to help you find HPClosets or something.
Smoooooooooch!
On July 17th, 2009, mary said:
I know that feelings…like everything just slowed and you can’t get a grip on what to do next, so….you don’t do anything.
I felt that way all day yesterday.
On July 18th, 2009, Jennifer H said:
Lady, it’s like we’re living the same life right now. I never want to see a cardboard box again unless it’s in the hands of a hot UPS guy.
Good luck with the move!
On July 19th, 2009, the mama bird diaries said:
you will love the burbs. crickets and all!
On July 20th, 2009, Danielle said:
Hang in there. It’ll get better.
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