Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I did it, it's all boxed up. I'm tired of it looking at and teasing me. I'm done with the tiny, girlie sundresses, hung according to size and color starring at me, the burp clothes folded just so...waiting, the changing table full of infant diapers begging to be used. NO MORE! I packed it ALL up. Everything. Every... last... bit. I took apart and stored high in the garage the high chair I've tolerated in the laundry room for the last 2 years, we have zero need for it and may never again. I packed away all the bottles, unopened pacifiers, and sippy cups and then ripped off the labels in the cupboard, yes I label my cupboard. I gathered all her blankets, specific to her, and put them in their own box along with her other "special" things, they don't belong with all the other baby blankets, they're special. I'm done being taunted. The crib is too large to do anything with along with the changing table, I'll have to endure them. Maybe when I walk by I'll stick my tongue out at them.