To those of you who have children and those of you who will have children one day:
I solemnly swear that under no circumstances will I ever feel hurt or neglected or underappreciated when you get rid of any gift I gave to your child. Unless you burn it in effigy. That'll be a little insulting. If you feel that my gift was too special and you don't want to give it away or don't want to keep it in your house any more, you're more than welcome to give that toy back to me.
Are we agreed?
Based on that agreement, I would like to add that you are, under no circumstances, ever allowed to be insulted that I have chosen to donate any gift that was given to my child. I will take special considerations for the gifts that were given with a heart that says "I researched this toy and spent hours online buying that toy, and I sincerely want him to have it." If you're any of my grandparents, there's a strong likelihood that I will keep your toy. But yeah, everything you grabbed at Wal Mart the day of the party? Gone. I ain't hatin' on you for doing it. You buy these things with my son solidly in mind, and he gets great joy out of it for maybe a day or two, then instead of being the toy that brings him hours of joy, it's just one more thing he wants to hide in the toilet or under his mattress.
This ramble is brought to you by the fact that I just spent an hour and a half cleaning out Ace's bedroom, sending Drew to the garage roughly 10 times with bags full of toys and clothes. I can say though, that other than one minor thing that needs to be done, his room is spring cleaned. YEAH.
It feels nice to be useful to my family though. Earlier, I just felt like vacuuming. I haven't felt that way in months. Till recently, I'd see Ace covered in dust-bunnies and realize I hadn't vacuumed in a week and I probably oughta get to that. Or, also, DEAR GOD THERE WILL BE PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE IN HALF AN HOUR HIDE THE KITTY DINGLEBERRIES AND FEBREZE BOMB THE LIVING ROOM. That was always stressful.. In any event, I don't know if it's because the depression is lifting or the fact that I'm HIIIGGGGHHH right now, but it's making me feel good to feel like cleaning.
Speaking of being completely loaded, I took another Ambien about 20 minutes ago and I swear, the words on the screen keep arguing with each other. I know it soundds' weird but that's how I've felt... like they're people at a bar on the verge of getting kicked out of the bar. Also, I can't turn my head without the world turning with it. Also, I just looked at the time on the upper right corner of my screen and it felt like it kept getting farther and farther away the more I looked toward it. This paragraph brought to you by Ambien. Ambien, the hallucinating while you blog sleeping pill.
Let's hope this works, y'all. I need many, many hours of sleep, so lets hope the ambien does it for me. I'm gonna go brush the bathroom and go on my teeth. o r something.
1 week ago