Even more exhausted
May. 17th, 2002 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrAlthough I didn't have to tend the sale--Rob stayed home and did that. Disappointing results, though--we only netted $65.00, for all that work. Hope it will got better tomorrow, with more people off work. I'll be probably tending it then.
We're selling mostly baby paraphernalia, and even more than needing the money, I want to sell this stuff because I need to demarcate moving onto the next stage of my life, past the baby stage. I always thought I'd want two children, until I had two. Then I wanted three. Strange, really. Not a logical reaction at all. It was so utterly visceral, so overwhelmingly strong that it really surprised me. It's one of those occasions in my life when I could honestly say, "Now I KNOW that's the hormones talking here." We decided, for a variety of reasons that we would stop at two, and my head agreed, but my heart's been grieving over this for a long, long, time. I really want to get all that baby stuff out of the basement, so I don't have to feel that pang every time I see the bassinet on my way to the washer and dryer.
Sigh. C'mon, people. Come and buy our baby stuff tomorrow. Get it out of my basement. It would help ease my heart, I think. I hope.
Even more importantly, somebody buy Rob's old car. Get it out of our garage!
My babies are growing up. It makes me sad.
Work was tiring today. Went to see Star Wars episode II tonight. Too tired to attempt a review. Better than the last one, okay?
Later,
Peg, yawning
We're selling mostly baby paraphernalia, and even more than needing the money, I want to sell this stuff because I need to demarcate moving onto the next stage of my life, past the baby stage. I always thought I'd want two children, until I had two. Then I wanted three. Strange, really. Not a logical reaction at all. It was so utterly visceral, so overwhelmingly strong that it really surprised me. It's one of those occasions in my life when I could honestly say, "Now I KNOW that's the hormones talking here." We decided, for a variety of reasons that we would stop at two, and my head agreed, but my heart's been grieving over this for a long, long, time. I really want to get all that baby stuff out of the basement, so I don't have to feel that pang every time I see the bassinet on my way to the washer and dryer.
Sigh. C'mon, people. Come and buy our baby stuff tomorrow. Get it out of my basement. It would help ease my heart, I think. I hope.
Even more importantly, somebody buy Rob's old car. Get it out of our garage!
My babies are growing up. It makes me sad.
Work was tiring today. Went to see Star Wars episode II tonight. Too tired to attempt a review. Better than the last one, okay?
Later,
Peg, yawning