There’s this one scenario in my mind where everything is easy. Things are in place and moving along smoothly.
Then there’s this other scenario.
It’s called reality.
This past weekend was good really. There may have been a minor blowup about whether or not I was helpful in *Lowe’s, but aside from that, really fun.
Me: I was so being helpful!
John: You were the complete opposite of helpful! I will kill you.
Let’s just say we never really settled on a winner for that argument.
We did however, paint the nursery. And lament about how we’re spending too much money on everything but we’re powerless to stop it. Who knew a baby could be so expensive?
Everyone? Oh yeah I guess so.
I also got to the gym, got a massage, walked the dog a whole bunch, caught up on Thursday night TV, and got to see good friends. All in all a great weekend. Except for the Lowe’s part. I guess I feel fine about it though, because I’m pretty sure that at least one out of every two couples walking around Lowe’s or Home Depot is arguing about something or other.
Anyway, back to my scenarios. I do have these perfect scenarios of life in my mind, but it’s just not working that way somehow.
For instance, I want to write in this blog and have it be a place to chronicle my life and all my thoughts about the world. I can’t help but censor myself a little though, because I know the rents are reading. (Hi mom and dad – see, no F word anywhere in this post!)
I also want this not to become a mommy blog, but I’m kinda thinking it’s taking that turn. Sorry folks, that’s what’s going on in my life. I wish I could take beautiful photos of salted chocolate brownies, but I am too busy reading weird birthing stories from Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth.
I want to be one of those active pregnant ladies, the ones who are still going to kickboxing and running 10ks and what not, but it turns out that I need a giant sandwich after just 30 minutes on the elliptical, so that’s just going to have to do for now.
I want to not get annoyed at that person at work who is doing that thing that I’m not going to talk about, but man it is annoying me.
I want not to be cryptic but I am.
I want to read the New Yorker like I used to and be informed about my world and not just worry about what vanity will look good in our tiny bathroom.
I want a margarita. A big giant margarita. A good one too, no sweet and sour. All lime juice and salt and tequila.
Oh did this just turn into a list about all the things I want? I guess I could go on and on.
It’s fine though, it is it’s all good. I think thinking about all of the things I want to do really makes me a better person. It makes me strive to do better. Be better. Wanting a margarita makes you a better person right?