I'm in a bit of a funk right now. You'd never know it, because I've been enjoying real life thoroughly for the last week, between buying stuff and meeting friends and having my professional organizer lady come over.
We've tossed bags and bags of junk out, and completely altered my basement. (Did you know it had a FLOOR?) And except for some small hiccups with getting files transferred, the new computer is pretty cool too.
As for the funk, all night tonight I've been ironing on labels to Kaz's clothes, so he can leave for camp this weekend, SOB. And what next? Little bugger has the nerve to hit puberty today! Stinky underarm parts and all. Literally from sweet little boy to man who needs a shower every morning and wears Axe deodorant spray like he's so grown up and cool.
This is not possible....
I cannot be old enough to mother a child in puberty for god's sake!
(Yes, I know there are other parts to puberty eventually, but this is the first sign...siiiiggghhh.)
It also had to happen today, of all days, when my boxes of maternity clothes and baby toys and newborn clothes all went to storage. I had them in the basement, and had refused to let them go anywhere, just in case. But we needed the space...and well, it is a tough thing to get rid of it all. So I decided to go halfway.
And now I'm being pushed ALL the way, fuck....
Plus, I'm losing it because with all this mucking out of our stuff, I've noticed that our boys old crib has gone missing. I'm thinking Mr.Cotta may have tossed it without my permission. Which means I'll have to go purchase another one, just to spite the asshole. Why do other people have to push us so hard?
Why can't they let us search and yearn at our own pace?
I get that puberty can't be predicted or staved off, but why can't we just do the rest in our own sweet time? Keep, throw, organize, donate...treasure, hug, snuggy for a few more years until we're not so raw and sad over it all?
What's the big rush?