The last few days Iâ€™ve been overwhelmed, wondering how Iâ€™m going to make all this mom stuff go and still have time for fun stuff. Stuff like going to the dentist! Purchasing underwear that fits me! The depraved luxury of cleaning out our refrigerator!
Anyway, now that weâ€™re no longer attending weddings every twenty minutes, we decided to re-join the gym (the extra fifteen pounds or so has done nothing for my funk). This morning I was grimly plugging away on the elliptical machine. I was thinking about how little time I have, and how many things I want to do, and how the elliptical machine is not one of those things.
Then the news came on, and they showed that picture. You know the one. Itâ€™s Melissa Hughes, standing on a recently collapsed bridge, holding her baby girl. And that baby is so tiny, and calm, and safe, I want to cheer. Because, my friends, it is a monumental thing to hold a safe, healthy baby in your arms.
And thus ended my existential crisis about overdue birthday cards. I am a jackass, God. Thanks for the awesome baby.