Waiting for pizza is relaxing. 

As I sit on a Saturday night waiting to pick up the pizza that I ordered for dinner while my husband is back home taking care of our daughter I realize that this is probably the most relaxing part of my day. I think back to pre baby times when a wait to pick up take out was annoying and frustrating. Now I treasure this moments when I’m able to sit on my ass and not worry about the existence of another human being. I’ve also had moments like these waiting at the doctors office and the dentist. Two places I get to go solo. I find myself devouring the people magazine and hoping that the nurse that just came out isn’t going to call my name just yet. So you messed up my order? Need to make my pizza again? It’s going to be an extra 15 minutes? Don’t worry about. I’m good.