the thing about being semi-homeless and living of a suitcase and using plastic cutlery is at some point you give up whining about it and you just learn to embrace it. the fact that i have to choose between only two pairs of shoes. or have no option other than wearing the same leggings everyday. or that i need to wash my cereal bowl so dev can eat his cereal makes life really, really, simple.
and there are things that just won’t get done, like plucking my rampant eyebrows, because i think my tweezers ended up in a crammed storage unit. but that just leaves room for lots of other productive things like going to the neighborhood library and coming out with an armful of books about birth and babies. so move aside people, the woman with a protruding belly and a monobrow needs to do some reading about CROWNING.
AND i can get away with looking slovenly because the excuse of ‘we’re homeless’ isn’t one you can really fight with. especially because until three days ago we were washing our hair with hand soap.
see all the silver-linings here?
in the ‘other’ moments, the moments when the words ‘silver-lining’ makes me despondent, because lining makes me think of drawers, which makes me think about how we don’t have any, which makes me think about how all i want to do is fill them up with baby clothes, well, in those moments i check craigstlist for the umpteenth time.
in other news, my lovely friend lara visited from london and then she went crazy at yogurtland. as you do. :)