- I am still a little...off, emotionally-speaking.
I was looking through my old journals to get the information I needed for the post about milestones, and since walking happened around the same time as weaning, I kept encountering the exact same sentences again and again, in 2000 and in 2002 and in 2006---about how I was soooo irritable and sooooo moody and soooo emotional and how if it didn't stop I was going to ask the doctor for a prescription. And then evidently it gets better and there's no mention of it until the next baby is weaning.
I find it helps to spend money. And so it was good timing for our 22-year-old refrigerator to shuffle off its condenser coils (I think appliances can SMELL economic stimulus checks), because normally I would be so cheesed to have to buy a new one, but instead I was skipping like a schoolgirl. Well, plodding like a mother with a double stroller.
I hope it works out, because it was an exceptionally smooth and easy purchase. My dad (he's the family expert on What's the Best Thing to Buy) did all the research and told me the two he recommended, and then I went in and lucked into a salesperson who was laid-back and non-pressurey, and I just chose a refrigerator and bought it and the end.
I ruined my high, though, by taking the twins to have their pictures done. Generally I go around recommending the JCP Portrait Studio all over the place: I left Sears for them, and have never been sorry. And I'm still really happy with the pictures they take. But the last two times I've been there, they've gone way over the top trying to push all their expensive portrait options. I keep saying, "Oh, no, thanks, I always just order sheets," and they KEEP SHOWING ME MORE OPTIONS. And then cooing over their own work, like, "Ooooo, that's so CUTE! How can you resist??" With me actually not having any trouble resisting.
Today she actually pulled out, "Awww! You HAVE to get that one! You'll never get these moments back again!" Um, true, but this creation you're showing me represents only THIS moment, of YOU trying to SELL ME STUFF while my children fight in their stroller and I am clearly itching to get out of here. And since I just bought prints of all three of those poses, I don't see why I now ALSO need to buy them clustered on the same page, with a fake-paint-splashes background and "We love you Mommy!!" written in a stupid font. I mean, frankly I think the particular combinations you're putting together there look tacky, but I don't want to say so because after all this is your CAREER here.
Then, when I'd persevered and gotten ONLY what I wanted (I just said, "Okay! Now! I need a 10x13 of that one, and..."), she put on an Excited Tone of Voice and said I'd ordered enough sheets to qualify for a SPECIAL PACKAGE DEAL! The special package deal? I could spend TWICE AS MUCH for the same pictures! AND I'd get a FREE 8x10! Has she lost her mind? Do they not pay them enough to afford food, and she has gone all dizzy and confused with hunger?
I realize it's that they HAVE to do this, and not that they get any personal joy out of pressuring me. Probably they have bosses breathing down their necks saying "SELL SELL SELL!" Perhaps there are nasty attack animals in the back room, and anyone who doesn't meet a certain hourly quota has to spend "quality time" in the cages. But the thing is, if they don't knock it off, they are going to lose what they DO sell me. You know what I need, is a little sign I can hold up silently, with a bored flick of the wrist, after the first few vocal repetitions of the same words: "No, thanks. I just buy the sheets." Maybe the bottom half of the sign can be a white board, so I can add rude endings as needed.