Two times a year there is this HUGE craft fair that comes to our area.
In case you don't know, I have to tell you, craft shows rock my world. I'm not sure if it's because I grew up going to them, or because I do not have a creative bone in my body so I gladly pay other people to be creative for me or if I just like to people-watch at said craft shows, but whatever the reason is I love love love them.
I know when this craft show comes every year and I somewhat save some money to prepare for he big day.
I say somewhat because saving money has never been my fortay. That's why I married Luke, he is an excellent saver.
Anyways... after church a friend picked me up (I'm so pathetic without a car, I need a car ASAP) and we headed down to the craft show.
It was 5 buildings of goodness. Purse crafty goodness.
And I had one goal in mind to find the finishing-touches pieces for Eli's room.
I feel like I was moderately successful in this venture.
I found some decorations to go in his nursery (is it called decorations if it's for a boy?) and I love them all. But I still feel like I need a couple of key pieces before the nursery is complete.
So for now, the nursery is still a work in progress.
After several hours of shopping my friend had to leave and I had arranged for Luke to pick me up. So I had a bit of down time by myself in the time period between my friend leaving and Luke picking me up.
Seriously, when did I backtrack to the age of 15? At least I own a straighter in this era of being a 15 year old again.
Straighter, then car. Priorities people.
OK back to the craft show. Naturally it was during the time that I as alone that I realized I needed to find a restroom pronto. Baby boy was on my bladder and it was not fun.
I tried to walk (waddle) around and not think about using the restroom but it was inevitable. I needed to find a bathroom quick.
So here I am, big and pregnant Megan with a heavy bag in one hand that has a plank of wood sticking out of it (for nursery, pictures coming sometime in the next 6 months) and I'm carrying a lampshade in the other hand and I've also got my purse to deal with.
And I was NOT about to set any of that stuff on the nasty, sticky, wet-in-some-areas bathroom floor.
Because we all know the wet areas on the bathroom floor are not wet from water. Use your imagination.
So I did what any normal person would do. I thought back, deep in my mind to an Oprah episode I saw at one point in the 25 years she has been on TV.
And I clearly remember her once telling me to never put my purse on the bathroom floor but instead hang it around my neck.
So I did.
Then I took the heavy bag with the wood plank (and various other purchases) and balanced it between my calves.
Then I took the lamp shade, that was wrapped in a trash bag and balanced it on my head.
And then I proceeded to squat over that nasty toilet. Which mind you, squatting is VERY hard for me on a good day.
And a good day means without a lampshade on my head, a bag balanced between my calves, a purse hanging from my neck and gigantic belly weighing me down.
But alas I did it. And I felt so victorious.
Then I went to wash my hands. And realized I was facing the same challenge. Well minus the squatting part, thankfully.
So I once again balanced the bag between my calves and put the lamp shade on my head. And then washed my hands.
All in front of a long line of women.
I definitely heard some women snicker.
However, I do feel honored that nobody offered to help. Obviously they thought I looked like I was in full control.
Clearly, they had no idea that the lampshade was teetering on my head and a mere seconds from crashing to the ground.
Or maybe they did and that's why they were snickering?
Regardless, I am woman, hear my roar.
I'm sure, in some way this little situation is preparing me for motherhood and everything that I am going to have to balance.
And it's always good to know you can balance a lampshade on your head while squatting over a toilet.
You know just in case of an emergency or something.