I’m still reeling from the last week of injuries (two that required medical intervention) and having kids run around my house brandishing power tools. It needed to end.
We had a long weekend so I’m finally getting my feet back underneath me. The pole is put back up, the living room looks more habitable and Lonny is on a selling roll. Everything must go!
This is but the tip of the iceberg but all this stuff is going out the door. 45 items! As in shipped! Babe, you rock!
Even these unbelievably ugly Christian Laboutain shoes. That designer is a genius for the branding his shoes with a red sole. You could take the fugliest pair of mom-pumps and slap a $400 price tag on it because they are Laboutains and anyone within a block of them will know it.
The cumulative effect of eating kid’s party food is really getting me down, too. I don’t even like pizza, but there I am eating slice after slice of it.
My neighbor lent me her Vitamix since she was going out of town for the weekend and I’ve been making smoothies for the boys and myself. I think I’m in love. Really.
I poo-pooed a $500 blender but after successfully sneaking broccoli AND spinach into the boy’s morning smoothy (and them gleefully sucking it down) I’m sold. Watching my kids eat vegetables feels like such a parenting win.
So there it is, I want something. I want a Vitamix. Lonny?
Let’s see, there isn’t much else here. How about a stupid cat and husband video?
Or a stupid kid video?
Okay. Time to cut the crap.
My dresser needs a serious overhaul. I need to dump everything out, sort and refold it. Barring that, because I’m feeling lazy, I thought I could find at least 10 things to get rid of.