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A few months ago, I spent a bunch of time researching preschools. I was quite on board for it. Now that the idea is getting closer, I am second-guessing myself. I will be tied down! (Never mind that I rarely want to leave town during the week.) Evie won't be able to go stay with her Granny if she wants to! She's so little! I only have one more year of having her home full-time! Her gymnastics class would probably conflict! Of course, the way I'm going about getting it sorted (ie, doing nothing but thinking about it over and over) means that I may have nothing to worry about in any case.
Apparently my brain thinks I am in the market for a new book reader because after a year of owning my wonderful, beautiful device, I have dropped it onto the floor not once but twice in the last three days. Is my subconscious trying to get me a new one? hahah. I hope not because I still really love the one that I have and it's still working fine. Maybe my subconscious is actually just telling me that I am clumsy.
I have been procrastinating on making a doctor appointment for my various girly problems, but I finally made myself call yesterday, so I now get to dread that for a week. I've only been in once since the childbirth event was over, so I'm more than due. Last time, I got incredibly mad at the doctor for rushing me out without talking to me... so hopefully this doctor will do better. I have issues. I hate my issues. I thought I wanted to write about them but it seems that I don't really, today. I am tired just thinking about it.
People talk about ThredUp a lot. I signed up for an account and they are now blasting me with "Choose your first box now! Save 30% on your first box!" etc etc. If you don't know what it is, it's a site that allows you to send and receive boxes of kids clothes. I think you pay about $14 in shipping for each one you choose. The thing is, my girl wears about a 6/6x/7. I'd choose a box if they WERE decent boxes to choose. What boxes there are available are either out of season (or not appealing to me, if I check the 7s for next fall) or are boxes that are not yet available for non-paying members to choose. It's kind of like how DirectTV sends me letters in the mail constantly, even though I have called them at least once to tell them to STOP. I mean, spam is annoying, but when it's spam begging you to sign up for satellite service AFTER you have had them out to your house and been told that you have too many trees for them to install one? And then you are sad and disappointed and months later, you call Dish and they come out and say, "uhh.. yeah, we can put one right over there."? It makes you want to break out the sharp instruments to carve Do Not Disturb notices into their foreheads. I figure that if I had a smaller child, I'd feel differently. In these sizes, I think most of the time they just wear the clothes out instead of outgrow them.
I should be making a shopping list, or at least a meal plan while Evie is otherwise entertained with NickJR games. I guess I should get on that. Groceries don't seem to want to buy themselves no matter how nicely you ask..
Apparently my brain thinks I am in the market for a new book reader because after a year of owning my wonderful, beautiful device, I have dropped it onto the floor not once but twice in the last three days. Is my subconscious trying to get me a new one? hahah. I hope not because I still really love the one that I have and it's still working fine. Maybe my subconscious is actually just telling me that I am clumsy.
I have been procrastinating on making a doctor appointment for my various girly problems, but I finally made myself call yesterday, so I now get to dread that for a week. I've only been in once since the childbirth event was over, so I'm more than due. Last time, I got incredibly mad at the doctor for rushing me out without talking to me... so hopefully this doctor will do better. I have issues. I hate my issues. I thought I wanted to write about them but it seems that I don't really, today. I am tired just thinking about it.
People talk about ThredUp a lot. I signed up for an account and they are now blasting me with "Choose your first box now! Save 30% on your first box!" etc etc. If you don't know what it is, it's a site that allows you to send and receive boxes of kids clothes. I think you pay about $14 in shipping for each one you choose. The thing is, my girl wears about a 6/6x/7. I'd choose a box if they WERE decent boxes to choose. What boxes there are available are either out of season (or not appealing to me, if I check the 7s for next fall) or are boxes that are not yet available for non-paying members to choose. It's kind of like how DirectTV sends me letters in the mail constantly, even though I have called them at least once to tell them to STOP. I mean, spam is annoying, but when it's spam begging you to sign up for satellite service AFTER you have had them out to your house and been told that you have too many trees for them to install one? And then you are sad and disappointed and months later, you call Dish and they come out and say, "uhh.. yeah, we can put one right over there."? It makes you want to break out the sharp instruments to carve Do Not Disturb notices into their foreheads. I figure that if I had a smaller child, I'd feel differently. In these sizes, I think most of the time they just wear the clothes out instead of outgrow them.
I should be making a shopping list, or at least a meal plan while Evie is otherwise entertained with NickJR games. I guess I should get on that. Groceries don't seem to want to buy themselves no matter how nicely you ask..
