The person with a contract on our house is being a complete pain and we can't make her go away. She asked for the moon in terms of us fixing things after we already agreed to help with closing costs. There's another contract right behind her that wants nothing and is offering more money and yet somehow we can't seem to make her quit annoying us. We've declined to do much more, and yet she still keeps coming back with little reasons Reed has to go back over to the old house. It's not worth a long rant, but she would want to be extra polite at closing. We no longer have any energy for new requests -- no matter how trivial -- and are short tempered. It's time for this to be over.
Baby has just fucking stopped sleeping at night. Every week we figure out one thing that was wrong, eliminate it for a few days and then something else crops up. First it was being overtired and not getting to bed quick enough. Then it was gas. Now, I think it's because we switched blankets on her (she peed on the one we were using) and has been cold. You can settle her down for a few minutes and then she fusses at a level Reed can sleep through and I can't. Think tears of rage and exhaustion on my part and you're in the right ballpark for my mood.
In other news, I usually love Christmas, but this year everyone seems to be broke, distracted or somehow otherwise un-fun and I personally don't want anything and people keep asking. The stuff I want is either hella-bad expensive or so specific no one can buy for me. Maybe I should tell people to buy me a copy of their favorite book without regard for whether they think I've read it before. Cheap for me, possibly new material for me.
In the realm of the expensive, I want a new coat and a leather jacket (not the same item) and I need a new watch, but don't want to buy the same cruddy disposable things I've been wearing for years. I am torn between my covetousness o shiny objects and my self disgust at the idea of spending more than 100 bucks on a watch. (The one I want is more than 10 times that amount. Grr.) Cannot spend 1700 bucks on a watch. Can NOT. You'd be scared to wear it, stupid.
Currently in love with the print edition of Bitch Magazine and the Economist. Love Reed for bringing me good periodical literature to brighten my day. Head hurts. Must go now.
Posted by karen at December 8, 2002 12:00 AM