Thursday, December 09, 2004

Wading through the Crapola

And so it begins... we have to clean up the house spic and span by Monday, as it will be listed then and could potentially be shown. How much fun is it going to be, packing up a six month old infant and three unruly dogs into a Vanagon and driving around aimlessly for however long it takes to show a house?! I'd say we could go shopping or something but I am so not leaving those dogs in that car for even five minutes alone. Petey already chewed the corner of my glider ottoman... I'd hate for that Vanagon to make it through twenty years and six kids with pristine upholstery, only to have an eight month old pug shred it in twenty minutes. And there's also no way I can control three unmannerly, energetic dogs by myself with the baby. And I don't know anyone else who's home during the day. So we will pack it up and go for a drive...

Speaking of the baby, she is upstairs refusing to nap. You can tell by her plaintive sobs that she is indeed exhausted, yet she will not close her tiny eyes for even a minute. Grr. She went to bed too early last night due to a refusal to nap yesterday, and was up early, and now is overtired, and so the cycle continues. However, Mama is not playing along and is thus far resisting the urge to go upstairs and rescue her from the mean old crib. This is because Mama knows that if she does, the baby will only be horribly cranky for the rest of the day and again go to bed too early.

That being said, Mama will now commence with the fruitless shifting of boxes back and forth in the basement in an attempt to make some sense of all this crap. Whose idea was it to obtain all these things?! And why must we dress it up to look pretty? So that unsuspecting rubes will purchase our house thinking that it is larger and tidier than it is, fooled by our feng shui placement of cardboard boxes of junk, that's why...

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