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Last week, for no apparent reason, Helen woke up at 12:15 a.m. She stayed awake until nearly 4 a.m., passed out for an hour, then was up for good.

I, on the other hand, spent the day in zombie mode. Apparently I promised everyone money and loads of free time, too. This morning, everyone called to remind me of it.

Next time, I need to remember to take the day off.

So I was complaining to a friend about not getting any sleep, and behold, there's a website that understands my pain. Here's a t-shirt I could have ordered instantly:

Unfortunately, they don't have any sizes over 18 months, and Helen "bowl full of jelly" Wyatt outgrew that size the day she learned about macaroni and cheese.

She's her mother's daughter, to be sure.

(I think they're also limited to 18 months because the kid catches on to the FOR SALE sign bit after a while.)

Anyway, the shirt made me laugh on a day I really, really needed it. But if I bought it, made her wear it and then took her to daycare, you can bet DHS will be following me home.


Mom C said...

Sold!!! I'll be by to pick her up in a coupla weeks! What a deal! Wonder if I could make it to the door before you tackled me.....

shaas said...

Not to mention what her teacher would think of you as a parent! You already lack structure or rules or whatever!

Evie said...

They don't make those in grown up sizes either - disgruntled employers, spouses and teenagers would be buying them all up!

Had fun catching up on the Wyatt news. Have a great Thanksgiving!

Anonymous said...

I don't know if you realize how many of us there are reading your blog, but I have been reading it since Sara sent me the url. I absolutely love it. You are a fantastic writer. The only thing I wish is that you would have given me the website for the onesie. My mom works for DHS and could probably keep them off our backs.
Thanks for all of the entertaining blogs!
Chris as well as some friends/co-workers are also addicted.

Jennie said...

it's at www.glarkware.com - but be warned, there are some slightly racier shirts there. Even for babies.

As for your mom - I never bought the shirt for Helen! And that pill bottle story? Pure fiction! Yeah, that's the ticket.