There are people who have somehow earned the reputation of being an “animal person”. When people speak about them, they say things like, “ever since she was a little girl, animals were drawn to her”, or “he’s always had a way with animals. It says a lot about his kind and patient energy”.
I have never been one of those people.
DISCLAIMER: This blog post was written in response to the news that Amazon Fresh would no longer be delivering to my area. After taking a few days, I realized I needed to mourn in the only way I know how: through writing. This is not an ad. Simply the ramblings of a broken hearted woman. To anyone else who might be feeling the impact of this loss, may my words bring you solace in this difficult time. AmazonFresh may have only been a part of our lives for a few weeks, but it will be in our hearts forever.
“Mommy,” he whispers, on his tip-toes to reach me from the side of the bed. “It’s here.”
My heart flutters and I blink myself awake. Glancing at the clock, I realize it is not even 6:30…but I don’t care. Without stopping to put on my glasses or shoes, I follow my excited children to the front door. A surge of adrenaline causes me to fumble with the lock. I take a quick second to consider the possibilities that await us on the other side. It is going to be a good day. A magical day. Because today, is AmazonFresh delivery day.
Prologue:
Jennie: “I don’t know mom. He’s only 3 weeks old. I don’t think he’s supposed to be around that many people yet. Plus, I also have a one year old. I’m not sure I can fly with both of them, by myself.”
Jennie’s Mom: “It can’t be that big of a deal. My cousin flew all the way to France with TWO toddlers and a newborn. Plus, I’ll do all the work once you get here. How hard could it be?”
Narrator: Jennie was about to find out that it was, indeed, going to be very, very hard.
I had a super hot date with a married woman last night. She was about 5’5”, blonde, with a wicked sense of humor…it was me guys. I’m talking about me. I took myself out to dinner for the first time in my entire life. I’m not talking about a random stop at a fast food place, or ordering enough Chinese food for 4 people to eat by myself. I’m talking about a full on, fancy, dress up, dim lighting kind of evening.
I married a serial hobby starter. Maybe the more accurate term would be hobby abandoner. Our home is filled with the ghosts of hobbies past, remnants of projects collecting dust in the basement, attic, and shed.
First there was the cigar box guitar. Then there was wood carving. Gardening left me with a 5’x’5 trench in the middle of my backyard, that now serves as a dust bath for my chickens. I’m still finding plastic bottles from the failed batch of home brew, and I will never be able to rid my house of the flour left behind by the baking phase.
