You remember that whole Happening adage – “Let go and let God”? Well seriously, I think someone made that up in a desperate hour when they couldn’t take it anymore. Someone paraphrased Scarlett O’Hara’s “I’ll think about that tomorrow”, crossed it with Engel’s “Sometimes ya just gotta say what the fuck” and decided to make it non crass, and something that could be said in front of grandmothers.
Cuz seriously, some adaptation of that theme is the only way I’m going to get through the coming weeks. It would be nearly impossible to have more unknowns in my world right now – When is Baby Schu arriving? How will labor go? How will we react to the reality of parenthood? Where will we be living in four weeks? (Had two house showings tonight) Will I kill my father’s girlfriend when he decides it’s a good idea to put us in the same room together? How many in-laws will it take in the same room to make it (me) explode? Will I get to finish out my teaching contract? And as always, Will my wahoo be intact when this is all over?