The Professor freaked out today exclaiming we would not have any glassware to drink from. It was a purging afternoon. I finally dumped all the plastic containers, save two, for cookies and whatnot until I grab some tins. I also threw out a bunch of old glassware and some likely lead-ridden soup bowl mugs. I had secretly disdained these enormous BOWL CUPS for years. I mean what gives? Are you a bowl or a cup?
The Good Will also received a teflon wok and a griddle. The Professor again accused me of sabotaging his diet by ridding us of cookware. He claims of course, this ready-made frozen deli food eating type person, that I won't replace the items we're short. I am already eyeing new dinnerware and now I have an excuse to buy a new fancy pot. I'm leaning heavily toward this lead-free enamelware.
I'm hitting the playroom closet and the laundry room tomorrow along with both of the bathroom cabinets. I have another bag for charity waiting and I still have TONS more work in the kitchen. I'm trying to prep the house for the GREAT REMODEL 08.
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So I'm in heavy contemplation of #3. Today was actually a good body day and I felt up to task, held my patience, etc. But some days I really just can't decide if I want another child. The Kitty is sooo adorable and funny and most of the time his personality gels with mine so well I can't imagine not having another. Lately Butter has me feeling that she needs too much of me, that another girl especially, while she would die over a baby sister, I'm not sure she could share me so well. She and the Kitty have a difficult time already.
The Kitty also makes me long for another boy. They would be close in age and then maybe Butter would have that "I'm the only girl" special feeling. Well while contemplation is fun, the real work comes from me and the past week I've felt I'm just too old and tired. The Professor really wants 3, so we're in "talks."
