flea | developments

I seem to spend all my spare time alternately collecting obscure paperwork for my mortgage broker and explaining the various oddities of our lives to her (sure, I'll get my mother to write a note saying she gave me a gift of money, plus I'll call the bank and ask them to fax me an image of the check, and no, mr. flea hasn't been paid since summer 2007) and worrying about moving, which won't happen until ca. July 24 and will be performed by professionals (though we have to disassemble all furniture. Why hire professionals if they can't use a hex key??) I have joined Freecycle and will see if sucker number 1 shows up tonight to take our on-its-last-legs jogging stroller and I ponder the basement with despair daily and I fret about the possibility of having a 3rd child and the need to keep or not keep various baby accoutrements.

Oh, and stock market worries, since much of our down payment is not yet liquid, and I;d like to get it liquid, if the stock market would stop fricken sucking, already.

I think maybe tonight is a night for the anti-stress mantra CD, don't you?