Ever since we brought Noelle home from the hospital, we've been much more sensitive/paranoid about what in the environment can harm or bother her. Take the wonderful air in our neighborhood for example. On my first outing with Noelle in her stroller that wasn't a pediatrician visit, I happily set forth on a bright sunny April day that was nicely warm but not too warm. As I pushed Noelle's stroller through our neighborhood, I started noticing that there were an inordinate number of smokers. *cough*. Then I noticed the heavy smell of exhaust from all the trucks passing by. *cough cough*. And the random passerbys hacking their germs everywhere and the lack of sidewalk space I can maneuver around them with. The nice neighborhood outing became my run to get away from everyone as soon as possible. For the first time that I can ever remember, I actually wished we lived in a suburb.
Add to the above some jerks who love to gather and smoke right outside our 2nd floor apartment window, we have a situation where we can never even open our windows! The cigarette smoke blows right into our living room and kitchen. It makes me think VERY angry thoughts about throwing heavy and pointed objects out the window. It's pretty damn frustrating that we can't even open the stupid window to let our little girl have some fresh air. So, we pretty much live in an AC-dependent bubble. The bubble family, that's us. *sigh*
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