The longer Baby Bop is around, the harder it is for me to remember that I had a childless life for 34 years. I know it happened, but it gets fuzzier every day. One thing I used to do was ski. I’m reminded of that every time Baby Bop and I sit on the toilet and stare at my skis.
Two weeks ago I had an amazing ski weekend with my friends. Baby Bop was there because I need her to empty my boobs, but other than that, my mom and Captain did everything baby.
Even sitting on the chairlift was pleasant. Sometimes I was with my friends and sometimes with random people. One lift ride I got on with two middle-aged women. And as I’m writing this, I googled “middle-aged” to see if I made three, but it looks like I’m off the hook for a minute.
The women were chatting,
“I love my farm share, I just get way too much of the same vegetables and I don’t know what to do with it all. My kids sure aren’t eating it.”
Her friend nods. Farm-share lady continues,
“And there are always so many potatoes and I need to stay away from root vegetables.”
“Root vegetables have a lot of sugar.”
“I didn’t realize that.”
“Yeah, sweet potatoes? Carrots too.”
“The other problem is that I have a full share and some people have half shares and the other day they gave me a half share.”
Didn’t you just say you have too many vegetables? I wipe my snotty nose on my mitten. Is this my future?
A few ski runs later I get on the lift with two teenage boys, maybe early twenties, but it’s getting hard to tell as I approach middle age.
One boy pops open a beer. The other one declares,
“Running into that tree hurt.”
His friend hands him the beer. He adds,
“I’m so drunk.”
Skiing, trees and alcohol. One of these things is not good with the others. Yes, Sesame Street is a part of my life now.
The ring leader with the beer offers empathy,
“Well I was so drunk last night I don’t even remember being on the lazy river.”
I head back to the hotel. I like my beer in the hot tub with Captain. I look at Captain. It’s like old times. This is how Baby Bop got started. Then we head to dinner the two of us. I feel like a new woman.
Captain tells me,
Yes, there’s still hope that I exist. I’m living somewhere between chugging beers on the chairlift and swearing off sweet potatoes.
These all seemed relevant.