More of the Good, the Bad and the Wishful

Okay, here is the deal. I am pregnant and not feeling so overwhelmed with the desire for self improvement. Yes, I've got my bad habits, but I don't currently feel bad about them. I figure the fact that I get up in the morning, make a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches, and occasionally take out the garbage more than qualifies me as a super hero. This is certain to change once I start feeling like a human and not a slug. But for now, I might consider these as more "not my best" habits.

1. TV Watching. I'm willing to bet this is a common bad habit for more people than just me. At the end of the day, I'm beat and can barely keep my head my up so I turn on my trusty DVR. What did I ever do before cable and no commercials? Oh yeah! I read novels. Who needs those!

2. Bad Hair. Don't get me wrong, I always try my best to have fantastic hair but I've fallen into this habit of not doing it that often. I simply pull it back into a ponytail. Since I am prego I try to keep the highlights to a mild roar and I'm also finding it difficult to hold the hair dryer above my head. A lot of things are working against me right now. So this habit is here to stay until I have enough energy to be horrified at myself.

3. Sugar. This one comes and goes. Now that Halloween is over, it's on its way out. Thank Goodness.

4. Poor Organization Abilities. Right now, sitting in my new pantry are plastic hand gloves right next to the cereal. I have a feeling they don't belong there, but don't care. I think an embarrassing situation is likely to occur before this changes, something along the line of a guest pouring nails into their bowl for breakfast.

5. I sometimes don't brush my teeth until noon.

6. Dead Cell Phone. My phone always dies when I'm giving directions.

7.Overprotective. I am bizarrely protective of Gracie. It will be for the best if I can break this habit before she turns five. How embarrassing to have your mom following you around school?

Doorbell Confusion

I was snuggly wrapped up in my sheets when it happened: The doorbell rang. I know this is usually not that big of a deal, and it was early afternoon, so the person ringing my doorbell...repeatedly I might add, probably thought this was a normal thing to do. But it wasn't. I had just got my daughter to sleep and was in my underwear. Come on, it's hot.

Amid the pounding of the doorbell, I hear my daughter cry out. I stumbled out of bed, threw on some clothes. My shirt was on backwards, but it was at least on me. In a frenzy to make the noise stop, I opened the door.

"Hi ma'am, what do you use for your hard water...?" I look to see a young black girl holding a bunch of cleaner in her hands. My mind was too foggy to finish her sentence.

"Umm...I'm just renting. I'm sorry, we're all napping. I'm not interested."

"Well," says the sales lady. I swear at this point she does that snap thing with her fingers that's generally reserved for black ladies in the movies? Is it? I don't think I have enough diversity in my life. Anyway, all I know is that she left mean and in a huff.

If I was to see this girl again, I would look into her eyes and tell her I meant no harm, but that maybe she shouldn't pound on a doorbell and then be surprised when the person answering the door in a half dressed state isn't very interested. I would then send her across the street to visit my landlord, which is what I do with all salespeople. It shows I'm being helpful, without having to do anything.