P.I.M.P.

This has been such an awful week!

First, I found out that Raley's, which offers free knife sharpening, LOST my 2 knives that I dropped off last week.  What?!  Yep, my chef's knife and my santoku.  I kept getting the "We're so sorry, we've never lost any knives before" spiel.  The manager was on vacation last week and when he came back yesterday, he spoke to me and said he was going to get to the bottom of it.  Did I remember what the person looked like when I dropped off the knives?  No.  I had a baby in my cart and grocery shopping to do.  Ugh.  They're going to reimburse me for the knives if they can't find it.  Least of my worries.

Second, the Honda broke down.  It needs a new radiator, if not more work.  The car is 13 years old.  Jeff says that if it needs more work than just the radiator, we'll have to get a new car.  A) a new car sounds awesome, as I've been thinking about getting a new one to fit our growing family.  The Honda is so old that it doesn't have the safety features for our car seat to fit it.  New regulations came out in all cars in 2002, so we've only been able to fit the car seat in the Toyota truck, which isn't really a family car.  B) we can't really afford a new car.  I haven't worked all year (6 months) and money is tight.  What to do, what to do?  I'm thinking of going back to work, but not really in the same capacity as before.  I think I might have to go work for someone else.  Being on my own has been great, but with a baby, I can't really go out and meet clients, much less hustle to get new clients.  Plus, daycare is expensive, but the grandparents don't live close enough to provide the kind of babysitting necessary for me to work like I did before.  So, I am going to send out an email to colleagues and see if anyone is hiring.  It's kind of a crap dilemma too because I have LOVED being at home with Eli.  He's such a sweet baby.  I never thought I would enjoy being a stay-at-home mom, but it's been really cool!

In the midst of stressing about work and money and knives, my sweet baby provided a reality check.  He was sitting on my lap while I was typing away on my computer when all of a sudden, I hear the loudest, wettest fart imaginable.  Crap, I thought.  As I lifted him up to take him to the changing table, I saw the free flow of poop dripping down his leg, ooze onto my jeans, and down to the dining room chair.  Gross times 10!  

Instead of being mad, I started laughing hysterically.  What a freakin' reality check!  When Eli started laughing too, I was reminded that he was what was important in my life.  I needed to put aside all of my worries and just concentrate on him.  And that at this moment, it was the P.I.M.P. that needed my help - Poopies In My Pants.*

*P.I.M.P. is from a shirt my cousin bought her niece in Vegas.