You know who you are

Thanks so much for stealing my baby stroller. I mean it was cool the first time I realized people (you) are total scum-bag, nut suckers and would in fact steal from a baby, repeatedly. And so when on July 4th I went to put the baby in his stroller and it wasn't there I almost shit myself for joy. Knowing that now apparently I am marked. Someone (you) is purposely climbing over our gate and stealing our strollers like it is some thing to do.
It isn't so much that I was sentimentally attached to the stroller, I was. It was more that The fuckers (you) in this fucking city are so terrible and awful that they would steal the stroller that my parents bought for their grandson.
You know what? It is too heavy to carry a stroller up three flight of stairs then there is no where to put it once it is up there. So I bought the shittiest most ghetto of strollers off of craig'slist. I was over charged and frankly feel ashamed about the whole experience but I can get my baby around the city. It is locked up with a chain and a padlock, so fuck you!
However, there are some cat piss covered blankets on the stairwell you are welcome too, and a few empty water containers up here if you are not done making me hate this city and all its shitty inhabitants.
thanks
stolenstrollerbabysmama

To Whom It May Concern

An Open letter to the douche bag who stole my baby's stroller-

Why would you steal a stroler from a baby? How cold hearted are you that it is "ok" to steal a baby stroller? I mean I know we all have needs. But I need that to get my baby around the city.
Perhaps I can put some bottles and diapers down here for you to steal too...




In my heart I hope that it is going to a baby that needs it more than ours. In reality, I know that if it is lucky it is carrying around bottles and cans reeking of rancid beer. If it is not lucky, then it has been used as a urinal. Either way I am very sad. Having something stolen leaves you with such a peculiar feeling. Being angry and not having anywhere to direct your anger. But this was the stroller that we first pushed the baby around in and well I guess I am being sentimental.

Perhaps we are nieve. I mean this is the second time we have had something stolen from under the stairs, Behind a gate!

So Maybe I am done

I have just been so bored with myself lately.
When I started this blog it was meant to be a way to keep up with old pals without having to keep writing the same emails over and over again. Then it became this whole other world where strangers knew me intimately and I knew them, to a selective degree.

all I do now is bitch. I am not funny or an inspired writer.
When I am not silent I am complaining.

I thought I would be able to recap the hilarity that is motherhood. har har har.
In fact, it seems to be a trail of tears, vomit and disappointment.

So I don't know. Maybe I can just be or not.
or I'll post tomorrow...

Well, it is my blog

SO I took down a really dark post - wasn't the first time and it won't be the last. You know what? It was a downer. I don't particularly want to remember that, and really this blog is for remembering.

jon got back from China on Saturday, we got home sunday. We all took a ride on a boat with jon's company last night, a bay cruise.
And today he went to Seattle.
He told me his flight would land at 5:15. I have been counting down the hours all day. I am sick of holding the baby. I am sick of listening to him whine. He is at that stage. "I am not crawling or getting my shit done so I am just going to kvetch all fucking day." It is now almost 6 and jon isn't picking up his phone. So I guess he is still on the plane.
Nothing pleases the baby. I am so tired of him. I just want to run away.

I certainly don't feel like this. I wonder if I ever will.

hrmph

Upon confessing to my MIL that I was suffering something partially terrible she went to Borders and bought me this.
alrighty then, I guess it is real if brookie says so.

Cooked

Stick a fork in me I'm done.

I have been alone with the baby for 5 freakin days. Wow. I do not know how single mothers do it. You really can't do this all alone.
The baby has been good. But you know that is a lot of face time.

There were several melt-downs. I wrote an awful sadistic, scathing, email to jon. Because I am mature - I can even throw down with a nice electronic hissy fit.
I am getting on a four hour flight tomorrow to Atlanta. To my MIL's - YIKES!

The baby has not been so good at night. I went to rub some homeopathic crap on his gums and I felt another tooth. Poor kid has 2 teeth in as many weeks. Are they supposed to come in this fast? Right on top of the other? My poor little button.

My friend Kelly came over today to sit with the baby while I ran back and forth across the street to the Laundromat. I would give up meat for a washing machine (that is sayin something). The baby doesn't like kelly for some reason and did this adorable scared crying and clung to my neck. It was so cute. I don't know why he was so afraid, but I laughed and laughed.

Baby and mama have been having multiple experiences tooling around San Francisco in our new city share car. I am into it.
Today we went to CitiKids. Bad idea. But I needed the sit and stroll.

God I feel so fucking burnt out. Just dumb and wasted.

I shall be spending the next week biting my tongue in Atlanta. God I am a glutton for punishment. I hope to post from there.

Thus Far

The only new thing about being 30 is that I have started to part my hair on the other side - A tiny step towards life altering.
I am trying to hide the greys that are sprouting in a timely manner.

I bought myself my own damn birthday present. While I know it seems very domestic, but I should have a decent vacuum. I really wanted it and now I have it. The baby is going to be crawling around on these floors, at least in theory. They need to be f'n clean! It is like the low class BMW or Lexus of vacuums. It was also a #1 pick from Consumer Reports.

I have been making food for the baby. So far he has consumed yams, refined rice, avocado, banana, and brown rice. The brown rice made him retch. We went back to the refined rice. This book is my baby food bible, thanks so much for sending it to me Francesca! Mia and I refer to it as The Book of Ruth.

I am sorry. Jon isn't here and I have to tell this shit to someone.