off my chest.

there are some random, petty grievances i feel like airing. why? not sure. i rarely get negative on the blog. you can skip this post altogether if you don't want to hear it. i promise, these gripes are random and they are petty.

first of all, what's with bathroom reading material? i'm sorry if you're into reading on the pot but i am so not. relieving myself isn't some sort of leisurely activity, like sunbathing or riding on a subway. it's definitely no place to enjoy actual literature. i literally like to "do my business" - i get in, i get out, i get on my way. (let's not even mention the fact that there is usually a screaming infant scratching at the door. okay. let's do.) i don't like to spend more time in there than i have to and i really don't like to know that you like to spend your time in there, either. i mean, how many times has that book been sprayed with flush? my husband is a fan of hanging out in the can and this annoyance is on my mind because, no matter how many magazines i remove from the bathroom, there is always a new one the next day.
and today, i was zipping up and saw this dude staring at me from a magazine cover:

i mean, gross! come on! let me pee in peace!



i have a really hard time when i see kids that are dressed more stylishly than i am. it's really depressing. i'm not talking about kids being cute or well-dressed. i'm talking about when i wish i have a five-year-old's entire wardrobe.
this is much rarer than it sounds, by the way. it also has to do with the fact that i have a sense of style but i feel that i am unable to really show it. i wear what i have and throw in the occasional cute thing here or there. i feel that, for the past couple of years, i haven't really been able to represent my style the way i would like in fashion or in decor. i mean, how many different ways can i try to wear the same few items? it's mostly the money. maybe that's the depressing part? that these kids have more money than me? i know about being cheap and frugal and i don't have expensive tastes. i just lack the resources at the moment. anyway, someday, i will be able to more freely express my personal style.

also, am i the only woman in america who doesn't have a kitchen-aid stand mixer?! because i was blog stalking today and i saw a woman who had not one, but two and i nearly cried. i had to step away from the internet for a while while the green monster inside me took over. i let myself be overcome with the memory of leaving my meager, but beloved furniture collection behind in utah. i let myself feel sad about the reality that it may be decades before i get to pick out furnishings i love again.

then i shook myself up and got back to keeping ellie out of the dog food and helping her with her new experiment: trying to see how long she can stand without help. i know! what?!

that's what really matters and that's what i focus on most of the time: my little eleanor growing up fast, standing by herself and getting ready to take some tiny, shaky steps.
but i'm allowed to get things off my chest every few thousand words, right?