I rise before the dawn and cry for help; I hope in your words.
What a beautiful, short but sweet passage of Scripture. After hearing these words preached on Sunday this past weekend, Jeremy and I have resolved to cultivate a habit of getting out of bed before dawn, as the sun is coming up and before it feels like the rest of the world is up to remind us we had better get moving on all the tasks of our little lives.
Today was my first day. I woke up around 4:30am to work on possibly getting a shift, so after about five hours of periodically interrupted sleep and one and a half lying in bed before 6am arrived, I was seriously tempted to stay put. But I really am convinced that slow, quiet time in the Word and in prayer warrants high prioritization, and that I want to build a habit of doing this every day, before I can convince myself there is too much else to get done. So I got out of bed.
What a sweet time. The sun was just beginning to come up, a low glowing along the horizon. The house was quiet and dark, and in spite of my fatigue, this little morning chunk of time with God was a wonderful blessing to me. There is so much going on in our lives right now, and yet so much will change in the next month that could make these past few months feel like a time of rest. What a gift to be able to have this morning. I really want to treasure these last weeks before we become a family of three, being marked by peace and patience as I inch closer to our due date.
Jeremy and I bought a stroller last week. [First off, let’s just pause and recognize how bizarre it is to suddenly find yourself in a place where you’ve acquired an insane amount of knowledge on something like strollers, suddenly also having actual opinions on what you want out of something like a stroller. Its very, very, (can I add one more?) very strange.] I sort of set my heart on a sweet stroller called the Maclaren Techno XT. One of my friends has it, loves it, thinks its awesome, (which it is) etc. Its only downfall is that it’s a $350 (WHAT?!) stroller. So off to Craig’s List we went, looking to see if anyone in the Chicago area happened to be off loading one of these babies.
We were in luck! Found a seller getting rid of a five-year-old Techno XT for $40–INSANE. There were apparently some minor issues with it, which we were totally cool with. A bit of sun bleaching on the seat, and the mechanism which keeps the stroller folded up was broken, so instead of a handy dandy fold-and-grab type of situation, collapsing this thing would be more of a fold-and-hook-your-bungee-around-it-so-it-doesn’t-fall-open kind of thing. No big deal, we thought, because we like most of our possessions to have a little bit of ghetto flare.
We drove hecka far for this thing and it was pouring rain and getting dark when we got there. Naturally, instead of having us into her dry garage, our Craig’s-Lister had us stand under a tree [read: in the pouring rain] in her front yard to look at the thing. It looked a little different than I was expecting after seeing her pictures on Craig’s List and it struck me as looking older than five years. It was missing some key features that I thought were a part of the techno xt model, but then again what did I know? I had read a bunch about strollers and of course creeped on families with strollers in parks a little to get closer looks, but I’d never actually really tried to buy a stroller myself. I felt a little unsure, but I was really motivated to get out of the pouring rain, we had just driven and hour and fifteen minutes for this thing, and the stroller was FORTY BUCKS I mean come on, that’s a ridiculous price. Could we seriously do better? We could always resell it if we changed our mind, we told ourselves.
We forked over the cash, threw the stroller in the back of the car, and were on our way.
Now the thing is, Jeremy and I are not amateur Craig’s Listers. Nearly all of our furniture and house decor came straight from the list. We’ve bought and sold a crazy amount of things on Craig’s List. We are totally the kinds of people that will paint and then re-paint a room because we’re not pro at choosing colors. We are not the kinds of people who buy stuff on Craig’s List that we don’t actually end up wanting.
But I was becoming increasingly suspicious of this purchase we just made. So I started doing a little research. Turns out the stroller we bought was actually not five but at least nine years old. Also that it was recalled. For amputating small childrens’ fingers. Ohhhhhhhhhkay.
YOU LIVE AND YOU LEARN, PEOPLE. I was on Craig’s List that very night, looking for better options, and armed with questions like, “HOW OLD IS THIS STROLLER? WHAT KIND OF CONDITION IS IT IN? HAS IT EVER EATEN ANY OF YOUR CHILDRENS’ FINGERS?”
Fortunately we found a great other option. Not a fancy pants Techno XT, but still pretty fancy in the pants, and honestly totally more appropriate for our own stroller needs. PARENTHOOD, MAN. It’s coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!