So, my post yesterday was not very uplifting, nor was it particularly artistic or well-written. It was kind of a mess, really. I’ve decided I’m ok with publishing those every now and again, but no more than that, lest my readers decide to start charging me for therapy services rendered.
I am vastly comforted by the feedback I received on the post, however. Sometimes you just need people to remind you that the situation is larger than your little monkeybrain can compute at the moment. My hormone addled monkeybrain and I appreciate your comments and help.
I thought I might celebrate my (temporarily?) recovered sanity by sharing a funny little observation Wes and I made at our birthing class last night.
We have snack time in our birthing class, which is exactly as awesome as it sounds, and every week two of the couples bring in snacks for everyone. The snack this week was string cheese, Babybel cheese, Ritz crackers, apple slices, and Oreo cookies. Wes and I grabbed a plate with an assortment and sat down next to another couple.
I said, “I love this snack, it’s very fancy this week.” I meant it. Here I was with some cheese, some crackers, and some fruit. In my mind, it was one glass of Pinot Grigio away from being a sophisticated repast.
The girl sitting next to me laughed and said, “Yes, just like kindergarten!”
And then we realized: Cheese, crackers, and fruit can either be a fancy snack or a kindergarten snack. It just depends on what you drink with it. If you add wine, it’s a fancy party. If you add grape juice, bust out the nap mats and eat some glue because it’s kindergarten hour.
Silly, huh?
