Superstition

For Sunday Scribblings #49...

I don’t consider myself to be superstitious at all. My enactments of the superstitious rituals are done mainly tongue in cheek. Need to knock wood? I’m often found knocking on my own head. Ha Ha.

YET, why is it that when I was ready to turn over my (unused) pack n play to the daycare my kids go to, that I couldn’t let it go? “They” say that when you give away a child’s bed, you will end up pregnant. And we all know how smart “they” are. Well, the good Lord knows that I can’t handle another baby at this time (or ever), so I don’t want to be pregnant. So, I kept the pack n play. Now, do I really think that is better birth control than the doctor-prescribed medication I’ve been on for over 15 years? Maybe I could save my $20 copay and just gaze at the pack n play once a day? Yeah, maybe not.

Gah, fates be damned. I’m giving up the pack n play today. I need the space in the garage. (For the new baby) Ha! Ha! Ha!