Then of course there is this child. This sweet, lovable, adorable and completely crazy-making child.
Currently -by "currently" I mean the last two weeks straight- there is a continuous ribbon of snot draining from her nose that makes her both extremely irritable and clingy and has changed her into an insomniac. Oh, and then there is also the whole curiosity and cruising around things which means that there is rarely a moment for me to sit down and actually get any of the above mentioned things done.*
I've been seriously reconsidering trying to have another child. Not because I don't love Clio so much that my love is straight busting out of my eyeballs like lasers. Rather it is because I just don't know that I am up to the task of raising another kid. Maybe I am just lazy and I am finally coming to terms with that fact.
In spite of my decided lack of accomplishments in preparation for this move I am starting to get excited (and nervous) about it. Work has been slow and so while I find it in bad taste to look for another job while I am at work and getting paid I do not find it in bad taste to look through real estate listings. We all have our ethical standards, no? Portland is full of funky neighborhoods and cool old houses and I get easily lost imagining where we could live and what I would do to renovate any particular abode. Don't get me wrong I still have the ultimate fantasy of buying some land and starting a farm/wedding venue/B&B/survivalist community/cult/cheese factory/distillery. Obviously I am joking about a couple of these- brides can be a bunch of mean jerks and no one likes beer in Portland. But for now the more realistic goal is to find a place to settle that is actually in the city itself. The land and the
Speaking of real estate stalking have you ever seen the blog It's Great To Be Home? They flip houses. I know, don't hate them- they seem like a nice couple and her hair is super cute. Also there is not -that I can tell, anyway- a single slab of black granite countertop in any of their flipped houses. A fact which for reasons I won't go into endears them to me.
Well, glad I ended this post with a nice mind-numbingly boring paragraph about claritin and snot.
*This begs the question, "Why are you writing this when you could just as easily be doing productive things like working on your resume?" Don't be rude. I do it because I am a procrastinator like every one else.
Edited to add: Melissa should come to the crazy farm too. And my sister's family. And my parents. And all the rest of my friends. I don't think that uprooting everyone's lives to come to Portland is too much to ask.