Dawdling

Dawdling really gets to me. If the plan is not to follow a schedule, it is absolutely no big deal, and I even encourage dawdling. However, when a schedule has been determined, it is a solid no for me. And it lands as incredibly disrespectful, for some reason. I can tolerate it when communication is kept, acknowledging at the first notice that timing has shifted. But, when nothing (or close to nothing) is communicated, and the schedule just isn’t met, with no acknowledgement of one’s having messed up the schedule due to fooling around (or whatever it was)… it’s like no one mattered enough to be informed that what they were told and were anticipating isn’t going to happen anymore.

It just sucks.

God, help us to heal, please. Grant us an easy, love-filled, natural birth in the next few days, please. In the next 22 hours would be awesome. Kay. Thanks. Grant us peace, please, and keep us safe and whole and well. Thank you for this home and this pregnancy and this baby and this marriage. Help us always to be our best selves, and help us to do it by our own wills. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2025