Thursday, June 7, 2012

getting excited or something like it anyway

Lately I've been in a funk.  I've been overwhelmed by the magnitude of the things that need to be done in prep for our move this summer.  My licensing, as it has turned out, is a huge pain in the ass that has become a serious time and money suck. Leif and I both need to finish our resumes and start sending them out to potential employers but every day it seems that task falls down on the list of things to accomplish.

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 cult farm can wait for another couple of years until we can finishing convincing these folks to move and these people too (if they can envision themselves living outside the city).  Crazy isn't going anywhere for now so if you too would like to get in on the action let me know.

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.

Baby is sleeping now was sleeping for ten minutes...and I mean sleeping in between coughing fits which I assume is her just trying to get rid of all the snot running down the back of her throat.  Has anyone ever had any success with claritin for their infant?  Our pediatrician said we could give it a shot or just wait and see if this is a seasonal thing for her.  But I am leaning toward trying it out because I suspect she must be miserable with a constantly runny nose.  Girl needs to sleep and I need to get shit done.

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.


  1. 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.


    Oh, Brianna. I love you and love you and love you some more.

    I loved this whole post.

    Well, I know why *I* tap away on the computer when I should (?) be doing other things.

    Connection. Gotta have it.

    And, I mean, read this post again. Who wouldn't want to connect with people as cool as this?

    Let's clone you, shall we?



    P.S. "We all have our ethical standards, no?"

    To quote the wonderful Catherine W:

    "Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

    P.P.S. The fact that you find raising humans a pretty daunting task means you are not an idiot. But you are far from lazy.

  2. Lots to love in this post (except, of course, the fact that you're fricken moving). I think your ramblings are just priceless.

    And if this line doesn't convince me to move to Portland - "no one likes beer in Portland" - I don't know what will.

    We're already dreaming about coming in September to see you...


    1. Full disclosure here: Portland loves beer. My sarcasm did not successfully translate. But they also like ALL other forms of alcohol so they've got you covered.

    2. Good lord im hopeless at interpreting sarcasm on blogs. This isn't the first time it's happened.

      I did wonder how Portland folks couldn't be into beer. It just didnt seem very portlandia, you know?

    3. I was howling about the beer in Portland.

      Indeed, Josh, not very portlandia.



    4. There is literally no place better than Oregon in September! And lots of good wine to go with all the microbrews.

  3. You are such a clever writer. I'm glad you're here, writing for us, and not doing boring things like resumes! Procrastinate away! I should be doing laundry, but I'm here reading your words and gushing over your baby girl and wishing BOTH of our baby girls would go the eff to sleep!

    1. Clio slept for 9 hours last night. What?!? I'm a new woman. I hope J is sleeping a bit better.

  4. I hear you on the sleeplessness - I think I got round about 2.5 hours last night. UGH. It'll do you in some days. Hope she's sleeping better. xx