Constructing a catalog of impressive goals that seem highly unlikely to come to fruition in a lifetime spells depression for me. Of course I want to climb Everest and save starving children, but having a dream without a plan (and even worse having a page full of them) seems like a setup for disappointment.
Alas, the Pre-Baby Bucket List was born. It’s like a real bucket list, but for people with
A) patience problems B) ADHD or C) both
I basically don't want to have anything on my list that I couldn't realistically complete within a few years. Anything longer just depresses me.
And perhaps the list was created in the dead of night in a post-facebook stalking fit of despair when I realized that 90% of my friends were either 1) jet setting off to fabulous places while pursuing challenging careers, overpriced education, or attractive persons 2) pregnant 3) probably pregnant but not ‘facebook official’ 4) already a family of four.
I had a sudden epiphany that I had – seemingly overnight – become that dog girl.
You know the one. Kinda like the crazy cat lady? I’ll give you an example:
Co-worker: I’m going to try that French method of potty training this week with Katelynn. I’m really excited because Kristin over in Admin said her son rea…
Me: OH ECHO was SO funny the other night! I got done brushing my teeth and came back in the room and he wouldn’t get off my pillow AGAIN!
Yeah. That one. The one who desperately tries to bring the conversation back to their level by discussing pets while peers and colleagues talk about children?
Something had to be done.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m happily married and my 3 dogs are pretty much my favorite part of life, but we’re just not ready to hop on the baby train yet… but we’re also kinda broke, so romantic weekend getaways and spontaneous outings are few and far between.
To dispel my funk, I created the Pre-Baby Bucket List. In a matter of a few hours I had my Microsoft Word doc ready, complete with bullet points and an impressive header.
(I’ll pause here to confess that I find something oddly satisfying about physically marking off an item on a list, whether it be groceries or something of more significance. So I have no shame in admitting that I added about 4 things onto the list that I have in fact already done just so I could swipe it off.)
So while baby Noah is taking his first steps and Amanda is in Peru with her hippie boyfriend, I’ll be content working on a plan to cross off the next item. And worrying about what to do once they’re all crossed off (because my in-laws are under the impression that the end of the list means the start of attempting conception…) Maybe it’s time to start on page 2!