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I'm in this mood today where I'm trying to, as my mom would say, “work wonders and shit blunders.” I'm not sure exactly what that means but it has something with putting unrealistic expectations on your day. I keep thinking of chores that I want to do, for instance\
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-do all of the laundry (as always, there's a ton of it)\
-rearrange the nightmare that is the Tupperware cabinet (this I actually did but I'm thinking I need to work out a better system)\
-write out Christmas cards (the main thing stalling this process is that I need to get the baby's pictures to send with them. I was originally going to take the photos I had taken out to the boyfriend's house to use his sister's scanner and send them off to Shutterfly. However, we haven't had a chance to go out there. I'm probably going to have to find a way to get to Target or someplace and use one of those Kodak Picture Makers. ergh)\
-Christmasize my bedroom\
-go to the bathroom\
-pester Shanley with emails\
-finish Christmas shopping\
-take my bedspread to the laundromat (one of the baby's sippy cups was leaking so now I have two crusted-up puddles of soy milk to sleep with every night. blech)\
-bake cookies and the like (this will have to wait a few days…unless people want some stale cookies)\
-clean the kitchen cabinets\
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One big thing that I did accomplish the other night is going through the baby's toys and sorting out the stuff that he is now too old for. There's a box of stuff in the basement now and I'm trying to figure out what to do with it (Goodwill? toy library?). There's also two bigger things that have to go down there like this and this. They're cool toys and he still plays with them every now and then, but we just don't have room for them anymore. Ideally, I'd like to figure out a way to keep all of the toys out of sight when he's in bed or something.\
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The baby is currently in his crib but not napping. Ergh.\
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I keep forgetting to post these pictures. I really wanted to make these our Christmas cards for this year, but I didn't think the upper echelon of my family would get it.\
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These were taken a few weekends ago at the boyfriend's mother's house. , who, by the way, just happens to be the boyfriend's younger sister, is the guilty photographer. Anyway, that's me reading this book of ' that was lying around. The baby just happened to poke his head into the corner, as if to say, “Don't waste space on your memory stick taking pictures of her! I'm way cuter!”\
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Quick, what am I thinking?\
a) Man, he's right…nothing feels good.\
b) I feel so empty\
c) I fucking hate emo\
d) If I ever run into Andy Greenwald I'm going to poop on him.\
e) I wish the boyfriend and would hurry up and get ready so we can go to Best Buy and I wouldn't have to sit here reading this drivel.\
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Be back later. Laundry.

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