Although I have come to a place where I thoroughly enjoy my leisurely schedule, sometimes I must admit the dignity train has left the station and I'm still standing here watching it leave.
I feel more rested, which is good for my crazy mind and I have far less contractions than I had several weeks ago, which is the point, so there is success! I feel smarter because I have all day to read about health care reform or research educational opportunities for myself in the future. I can read tons of blogs and leave lots of comments. It's fun. These are the good things.
Then today, in just a period of one hour, I have embarassed myself twice.
1. I am in the final season of Big Love. Who knew a fictional religious polygamists in Utah could be so entertaining? I finished the last DVD of Season 2 last night so after my daily lunch with hubby I headed to Blockbuster. In front of Blockbuster were about 5 cops, with lights on, pulling a person and all kinds of goodies from a vehicle in the parking lot. By goodies I mean bags of who knows what, alcohol and other things that didn't look safe. They were kind of wandering around so I wasn't completely certain that there wasn't another criminal around. There were no other cars in the parking lot so this was obviously deterring other people from going.
BUT . . I have a schedule. And my schedule includes Big Love in the afternoons. Do I risk my life obtaining the first two discs of Season 3 by going in the back parking lot alone and into the store or do I just come back later?
You guessed it! I went in and got my DVDs! I did take precautions of course, I carefully surveyed the back parking lot, I peeked around the corner before making my way to the front door and I stood in the front door way until I was able to be fairly certain that there were no crazies still lurking (besides myself of course).
The value of my life 0 + the value of my DVDs 1 = NO DIGNITY!
2. I got home and really needed to go to the bathroom to the point that I had cramps. I relieved myself and then stood up. I reached for the tp and there was a steady stream rolling down my leg.
Holy SH@#$! My water broke! The babies are coming! I stood paralyzed for a few seconds. I decided in my fear to wipe it and see what it was like.
Turns out I just tinkled on myself. Yep, peed down my leg, while standing next to the toilet. Again, no dignity!
Sigh . . . .