Whenever I see people unloading a moving truck, I think to myself, “Man, I’m glad I’m not moving today.” I really like to appreciate when I don’t have to do things that I hate. I couldn’t believe how many times yesterday I thought that about different things that people I know are doing. Here’s a sampling:
My friend Ashley, who is due 1 month before me, went into labor. I went over to collect her kids and as I walked out I was thinking, “I am SO glad I’m not in labor right now.” That’s how you know I’m not miserable enough yet. I know in two weeks I’ll be crying if someone else is in labor and I’m not. But I still have a slew of things to do to get ready, like getting a crib and a dresser and diapers. Plus I’d like to paint a couple of walls in my house and hang a bunch of pictures. This might be overambitious, but I at least should have a vibrating bouncy seat on hand when the baby comes. And does anyone know of cool rocking chair I could buy?
Then I talked to my husband on the phone. He’s on a trip around the world, and despite a nasty sinus infection is having the time of his life. All I could think while we were talking is, “I can't believe how happy I am that I don’t have to sit on an airplane right now. My feet would be so swollen I wouldn’t be able to walk, not to mention how uncomfortable I’d be. I don't even think my body would fit in the airplane bathrooms.” Someday I might be up for a trip like that, but definitely not at this stage of pregnancy.
And late last night, my next door neighbor (who I adore) came over. Her mom is in Australia and she’s going on a class trip today to Washington, and needed make up tips for a big dance they’re having the last night of the trip (she’s 14). Obviously she didn’t come to the right person for make up instruction, but I did the best I could to help her figure out what goes where. She was telling me that a lot of the kids had purchased Sharpies, and were planning on decorating their classmates who had been up late the night before, and wanted to sleep on the 6 hour bus ride to Washington. And this time, I just said it out loud: “I am SO THRILLED I don't have to chaperone your class trip to Washington!” The days of me being on a school bus with a bunch of teenagers are hopefully over forever. The field trip specialist of Marie Murphy Jr. High has officially retired.