Baby stuff is important to me. I can't part with it, because that would be admitting that my kids aren't babies anymore. So, I cling to Porgie's old clothes. I lovingly admire the bouncy seat. I refuse to throw away broken toys. It is a sickness.
But despite my obsessiveness with baby stuff, I thought I was ready to sell my baby bassinet. My kids never liked sleeping in it, and it was taking up a ton of space in my bedroom. So, I decided to list the bassinet on Craig's List...
Unfortunately, the bassinet did not sell quickly. Every time I listed it, several people would contact me immediately. I was stood up TWICE by people who wanted to come look at the bassinet. After much aggravation, I decided to take the bassinet off of Craig's List.
However, my husband continued to bitch and moan about the damn bassinet. In his defense, the clutter in this house is overwhelming. So I decided to list the bassinet one more time. Once again, I was contacted immediately by a potential buyer. I set up a date and time for a young couple to come look at the bassinet.
Instead of being stood up AGAIN, the couple actually showed up. They bought my bassinet. I instantly felt pangs of regret as the woman handed me the money. And I almost cried when they carried it out the door. I put my Porgie in that bassinet when she was a wee little babe...Why have I placed so much emphasis on these silly objects? My children didn't even enjoy the bassinet, yet I feel oddly sentimental about it.
And my bedroom feels strange and empty.