Life's Moments of Humor

There is little coaching in this entry. I just wanted to share a humorous epiphany.

As you know I am near-term in my pregnancy, 38 out of 40 weeks. And, as you've likely read or know about me I love to have dinner outside on my patio in the nice months. Bear with me, the story needs set up.

So, as we're enjoying our meals outdoors I realize the mosquitoes are in full force. Rather than immediately go in, I test fate. And, fate wins. So, I end up with quite a few bites. They itched with vengeance in the middle of the night of course during my multiple trips downstairs to the bathroom. Where is that Witch Hazel when you need it!?  But, alas, I make it through the night. Moody as I might have been.

The next morning I opt to put on my new pair of shoes. *Sidebar, I had to get size 11's to fit my ultra-swollen feet. And, the shoes are far from attractive, but they fit and I try to assure myself comfort IS what matters. Still working on that issue.* The shoes immediately set off a wildfire of itching on the toe that the mosquito claimed the night before. My moodiness has returned. I'm late to get out the door (which is really an anomaly for me and I HATE it) and I clearly either have to go back to flip-flops (which I wrestle with) or find ointment to manage the itching. Witch Hazel found. Cotton balls found. Now, I'm dousing my toe. But, I really should apply some anti-itch cream and band-aid the little bugger (pardon the pun). So, I pull out the well-organized bundle of band-aids that I have near the first aid box in my closet and try to find ONE good band-aid for a toe. Good luck sister!  The toe, like the finger, only trickier, is a hard one to bandage. And, this is the next to smallest toe, so the real estate to cover is tricky. And, now of course, I have too much ointment on which will prevent anything from sticking to it.

Meanwhile, my lovely husband is packing our lunches. He calls out, "do you need help?". My comment cannot be typed for fear of anyone under 18 reading this post. He knows I'm upset- let's leave it at that. He continues packing.

I manage to wipe off some of the excess ointment, probably too much- thus rendering it INeffective, and get a regular-joe band-aid around the little sucker. Keep in mind I am as round as a basketball in the middle and reaching your toes is NO easy feat. I'm lucky to see them. Touching them is a completely different story! OK, foot in shoe. Shoe seems to be okay. Leaving house with lunch. Mood can rise anytime now. :)

Not only is this funny to be looking back but the best part was when I found myself swearing I'd sacrifice the whole box of well-organized band-aids for new fancy ones that are flexible, breathable and have special ones for the toes and fingers. Yes, this task now goes on my agenda. Rid myself of cheap band-aids for the three-times-the-price ones in the name of comfort and ease. The last time I swapped an entire collection of something, I was in my mid-20's and it was underwear!  And, I didn't swap them out for comfort and ease! It was for luxury, sex appeal, fashion, beauty, and simple newness. Boy, have the times changed! Panties to band-aids. Welcome motherhood!

I hope you've enjoyed my moment of humor. Some say that being able to laugh at yourself signals your arrival. We'll I've arrived to say the least.

Dinner on the patio anyone?