On the rare occasion that a day passes by without an awkward moment or two nestled somewhere in between the hours, I think to myself, "ah. yes. so that's what ordinary feels like."
But, I like un-ordinary.
I find the joy and humor and light and positive in it.
It's a good thing too. Because un-ordinary frequently strolls along, knocks on my door, and it's all, wham-bam-thank you ma'am.
Take yesterday, for example.
*Accidentally taking the elevator to the staff only level at the hospital. Sadly, this wouldn't be the 1st or 2nd time doing this. So many stares. so much silence.
*The nurse calls out my name, and what would you know, there are two Bonnie(s) in the waiting room today. Me and a 97 year old...who insists it's her Bonnie-name being called. But that's entirely impossible, unless she miraculously gave birth 9 weeks ago and is the Here-for a post-natal checkup-Bonnie.
*Mini-panic attack as the nurse wheels into my room, what appears to be a tray filled with tools meant for a heart transplant. I thought I was getting new birth control, not undergoing major surgery.
*2nd mini-panic attack as my midwife proclaims, "You did an un-medicated birth. This'll be a piece of cake." ...too soon, Kath. too soon.
*Leaky boobs. during my appointment. while wearing a hospital gown. 'nough said.
*Baby Bean pooped his pants. literally. as the sweet nurses were oohing and ahhing all over him, he went all over them.
*Wiggly baby has semi-discovered his hands. And I semi-realized this when he flailed the nursing cover off and flashed me to the lunch rush hour of Panera.
*Mooning a family of four in the Trader Joe's parking lot, while I was clambering in the backseat with the carseat. darn you, stretched out skinny jeans. maybe I should've bought maternity clothes.
And that, my friends, was all in a day's work.