(This is not a labor and delivery story.) I was just remembering today that when I went into labor with child #1 I was home alone In The Suburbs and Without A Car while Spouse was having a root canal and my midwife was no only in a different city, but Across The River.
I was in early labor and I figured there was no rush. In fact I even asked my midwife if she really needed to see me that day. She laughed quite hard for quite some time.
So I sent a calm and succinct message to Spouse to call me, you know, whenever...
Then I sent five more messages. Or so. All equally breezy.
Later it occurred to me that when you send someone five messages saying the same thing (or even slightly different things) it is NOT a sign of calm. But for me it was a sign of trying to convince myself that I was calm. To encourage myself to think of calmness.
I am sitting in the library writing this... trying to get back into the writing habit. Also spent a fair amount of time throwing together an Etsy site. I'll let you know when it's done. I can't launch right now because I don't have access to my credit card.
Because I have had a series of cold-related forget events. Regarding items that are typically with me when I leave the house, but seem averse to this unusually seasonable weather we are having in Minnesota at the minute. So instead of paying the $2.50 it would take me to open my Etsy shop, I am slowly assembling the bits of crucial items that I typically have in my purse.
It went like this:
It was super cold when I put gas in the car and I was wearing my Super Warm Coat and I accidentally left my credit card in the pocket instead of putting it back in my purse on the weekend.
Then, because it was Super Cold on Monday, I offered to sit in my friend's car while she went upstairs to fetch our children from preschool so she wouldn't have to disturb the sleeping baby in the warm car.
Because I had not worn mittens or gloves, I jammed my hands in my pockets before leaving her car and left my purse behind.
Luckily I had forgotten to put my phone in my purse that morning, so when I got home there was a message from her telling me that she could bring it to preschool the next morning.
Then I decided not to wear my Super Warm Coat because I put on Solund - the only named sweater that I have. It comes from Norway. It is awesome.
So even though I now have my purse and driver's license and some cash and my phone... still missing the credit card.
I realize that this is not a captivating narrative, but I'm not going to get stuck on that fact. I would rather post the mundane than fall into not posting again.
Mundane is good. Mundane is fine.
Why do your fingers get wrinkled when it is cold the same way they get wrinkled when you have been in the pool for too long? My fingernails have gone purple. Only at the nail bed. I dislike having cold hands. It slows my typing down and makes it hard to bead.
Oh yes, my current beading project was in my purse last night so I was forced to reorganize all of my beading supplies all over the kitchen table before making dinner. Luckily we had leftovers.
To sum up: I am calm. I am a bit forgetty. It is cold.
Beginning to consider that I might very well need eight hours of sleep at night which is a total bummer.
Soon giving my first "Make it OK" talk for NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness)
Taking my meds
Tracking my sleep
Exercising almost daily (didn't make it out this weekend, but weekdays I did-- because the YMCA is on the way from home to pick up the children. Location, location, location.)
cockatiel. I like my bird. I mean our bird. I can share. I also like that teenager has realized that when he is overly unsettable, he can calm down by playing with the bird.
Quaker, teacher, parent,