I was in line at the post office when I noticed one of my envelope flaps had torn and was not staying shut. I asked if I could have just a small 1″ piece of scotch tape to keep it sealed. “No.”
I’m sorry, you must not have understood me, I just need a 1″ piece of tape to keep this envelope to stay closed before I mail it. “No, I’m sorry we don’t do that.”
You realize I can see that you have tape right in front of you? Ok, so let me make sure I understand you. You want me to get in my car, drive home, get a 1″ piece of tape, drive back here, and get in line all over again? “Yes.” Wow. I’m pregnant, does that help? “No.”
Before I could go all POSTAL on him, I noticed a woman taping up boxes on the other side of the building. Thankfully, SHE had the decency to gave me a piece of tape.
Man, the post office has issues. They need to see somebody about this.
Ever wake up at 2:00a.m. and feel like running a few miles? No? Well, I do. It’s called RLS. Restless Leg Syndrome. Some days I have it with this pregnancy, which is why on some days I can’t sit still. The other part is that I just have way too much energy to burn.
I’ve read that 75% of women have problems sleeping during pregnancy, and RLS is listed as one of the reasons why. It’s an urge to move. Move, move, move, MOVE! I can’t complain too much though because I’ve heard of MUCH worse RLS cases than mine. I’m at least sleeping through most nights. And I pretty much have it under control with exercise, stretching, massage and acupuncture. There’s that acupuncture again. I’m telling you, it’s magic!
I’ll walk the dogs, do pilates, yoga and then throw on a pair of those shape-up shoes for the rest of the day to try and wear out my calves by bedtime. That’s where the RLS lives for me. In my calves. They sometimes want to run when every other part of my body wants to sleep. Bastards! How dare they?
Thankfully, I live with a calf masseur (yes, Joe) and every night he gives them the works. Bless his soul. And his hands.
I’ve also read that RLS is due to not having enough iron stored in the brain, which is not the same as not enough in the blood. Maybe I’ll get a metal plate put in my head. Think that will help?
I think Stella secretly listens to a police dog scanner all night because when we go for our walk in the morning, she sniffs EVERYTHING as though she’s searching for clues to a murder mystery. She would sniff every inch of ground the ENTIRE walk if I let her, which means we’d move about two feet every five minutes. This doesn’t work very well since the whole point of the walk is to get some exercise.
Pixie, on the other hand, is on the same page as me. She likes to get from point A to B quickly. I’m not sure why she is like this, but I’m not asking any quesitons.
AND we have to completely stop every so often so Stella can ‘stop, drop and roll’. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve accidently dragged her a few feet because she dropped to the ground quicker than I could stop. And I think she enjoys it. It’s like her version of water grass skiing or something.
Listen for Pixie whining, “OMG get your ass up! Let’s go!”
I posted dialogue from the movie ‘Old School’ on facebook the other day, “Actually a pretty nice little Saturday. We’re gonna go to Home Depot, buy some wallpaper. Maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed Bath & Beyond, I don’t know. I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.”
And several people thought it was my ACTUAL status update! They didn’t get that it was a scene from ‘Old School’! I’m mortified to say the least. How could anyone think I would actually say those words and MEAN it? Ugh. I feel I must redeem myself. And take a shower.
Here is the funny scene for any of you who are wondering, “What in Sam Hill is she talking about now?” Joe and I quote this scene when we have boring domestic type errands to run, which is unfortunately consuming our life right now.
I’ve been told, “You don’t have much of a belly.” Really? Umm… have you seen me with my shirt off? See Week 26
