
Craigslist.
I have a love/hate relationship with Craigslist. I love that we can make some money when we tire of something, but I hate, hate, hate the idea of inviting a stranger into our house.
It’s weird, no?
If you remember back when I was pregnant I posted a blog post about how I thought my husband was abducted by someone like the Craigslist killer when we were trying to sell my car. I was scared out of my mind & I chalked it all up to pregnancy hormones & pregnancy anxiety.
I’m currently not pregnant & still have the same thoughts (& fears) about Craigslist.
We listed a few things on Craigslist & someone wanted to come over last night around 7pm. At that time it is pitch black outside & everyone knows that nighttime is when all the crazies come out. (Kidding. Kind of.)
Anyways, prior to this couple coming over, I was telling Tarzan my fears of Craigslist. What if they are just scoping out our house to rob it? What if they are planning on kidnapping our baby? What if, What if, What if…
My husband looked at me like I was crazy, but still heard me out. I said, “How will we protect ourselves if something happens?” & he said, “With my fist.”
Sure I have confidence in my husband that he could kick some ass, but I wanted a little more reassurance. I mean, what if a gun was involved – What would his fist do then? A whole lot of nothing, if you ask me.
Then he said the most brilliant thing, “What do you want me to do, Jane? Carry a butcher knife?”
Ding, ding, ding. I quickly replied with an enthusiastic, “YES!”
He looked at me like I was crazy, but hey, he was the one that offered & I just took him up on his offer. He went into the kitchen to get a knife & he said, “You just expect me to answer the door with a butcher knife?”
Hmm, good point.
I told him to put it in his sock because his jeans would cover the stashed knife. He tested it out by walking out of the bathroom (I was giving Monkey a bath), into the kitchen, & back into the bathroom. He told me that it was hurting his ankle & scratching his skin. I asked if he was bleeding, he said no, & I told him to keep it there.
We need some sort of protection, you know?!
The people came & left & no harm was done. Tarzan quickly took the knife out of his sock, told me I was crazy with a smile on his face, & we went back to our night.
Anyone else leery of Craigslist like I am?
You might also want to read:
- Three weeks postpartum: 14 things I’ve learned about being a mom, having a baby, & not going crazy
- These stupid pregnancy hormones are making me crazy and mean
- When Boobs Collide: The Breastfeeding and Post Pregnancy War. It’s crazy out here.
- RARE: A peak inside the secret life of Tarzan and Jane
- The stress of having a wife that’s 13 weeks pregnant, the economy, and a white hair




Please people. It's true that it can be rough out there . Life is like a russian roulette. One can never know when it'd go off. We just try to enjoy while we can. But do not forget that our lifes are much more valuable than a few dollers saved. If it's a must, think safety first. Yes??
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