Hormones and Address Labels

Having a baby does strange things to you. It's never been hard to make me cry, but I never thought I would be the person who cried during cheesy commercials or at Disney movies. That is now exactly who I am, though! I especially tear up whenever there is a kid/parent situation, like at the end of Little Mermaid when her dad says how much he will miss her before he gives her legs again, or at the end of the Incredibles when the bad guy has the baby superhero high in the air, and the mom tells the dad, "Throw me! Bob, THROW ME!!" And then he throws her and she catches the baby, and then I just can't help it, the waterfall begins. I blame hormones. Can't all lady problems be blamed on hormones? I hope so, because I use that excuse a lot. Anyway, the point is that I cry a lot. Poor Marquis!

Every once in awhile my insurance company will send out address labels as some kind of a promotion. Usually these arrive just as we are about to move, and it makes me a little sad to throw away some cute (FREE!) address labels that I won't use because the address is already outdated. Well, yesterday I got some in the mail, and as I realized this was probably the first time I ever was going to be able to actually use them, those darn hormones kicked in and I teared up. What a relief to just be staying put! I have no idea how long we will be here, but with Marquis now starting school and Sweetheart getting older, we are not moving. For now, anyway. In the almost twelve years we have been married we have lived nine different places, and I am so ready to just stop and stay somewhere! Eventually we will buy a place and move for what is hopefully the final time, but for now we are here and I am so grateful. Even Sweetheart seems grateful, she has lived three places in her short little life, and she will still sometimes stop and put her arms out and say, "What a nice, new home!" We like it here.

As all this went through my head I didn't notice that Sweetheart had grabbed the address labels until she said, "Stickers!" and started happily sticking them to a stray piece of paper. I almost stopped her for a second, but what is better than stickers? And would I ever really have used those address labels? Probably not, but I'm so grateful that I could have.

(For those who are wondering what happened to the whole California thing, we never found Marquis a job, and then I got pregnant with Princess and things got put on hold, and now it looks like it might just be a wash. Crappy, but such is life.)