It has been said that I am a pack mule. Ryan began noticing this about me early in our marriage when he saw me carrying all of the bags of groceries in a single trip up three flights of stairs to our apartment in Chicago.
I didn't think this was strange at all. If I CAN carry it all at one time, why wouldn't I? This trend has continued - but now I carry all the groceries from my car parked on the street into our first floor apartment in Grand Rapids.
Now that I'm pregnant I'm not supposed to be carrying anything heavy. I'm not sure HOW heavy is TOO heavy...but I have to stop myself from my pack mule tendencies.
My incredibly wonderful mom has been in town for the last couple of days to help me with some packing/pack muling stuff to the new apartment and it has become very clear that I inherited my pack mule tendencies from her.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
on being a pack mule
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4 comments:
I agree. You do have an incredibly wonderful mom.
:)
The pack mule tendency has seemed to also continue in Angela...
remember in high school when it was cool to carry your 40 pound backpack slung on only one shoulder? what the heck?! your post made me think of those days. take advantage of being pregnant to make everyone else lug your stuff for a while! :) :) luckily you have a lot of lovely helpers around!
i love this post because I am a mule myself. I just finished grocery shopping and I wasn't about to go back out into the artic tundra for a second load.
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