For the past few weeks (ok, few months), the batteries in Penelope’s Fisher Price Ocean Wonders crib accessory (or Fishyvision, as we call it) have been dying. I keep meaning to replace them but the second I leave her room, I forget all about it until it’s time to put her down again. A couple of weeks ago, I was at the Dollar Store and noticed the battery display, and actually remembered that I needed to buy batteries for Fishyvision. Feeling quite proud of myself, I purchased a couple packs. Which then sat in the car for awhile before I actually got around to bringing them inside. Finally one day, I set about the arduous task that is changing batteries in infant toys. You see, the batteries aren’t hidden away behind a little slot like in a remote control. Oh no, you need a screwdriver to access these batteries. I swear, there are fewer security precautions on the case containing the Hope diamond. Anyway, I managed to detach Fishyvision from the crib, locate a screwdriver, and get the new batteries ready. I popped off the slot to take out the old batteries and:
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Are you f*#@&ing kidding me?! Fishyvision almost met with an untimely end at that moment.
Some days, I really feel like I don’t have my shit together. At all. I have piles of dirty laundry to be washed. I have piles of clean laundry to be folded. I have piles of folded laundry to be put away. I put off making appointments that I know need to be made. I fantasize about winning the lottery but I cannot get it together enough to buy a damn lottery ticket. That must be the definition of not having your shit together. I literally walk by a convenience store selling lottery tickets FOUR times a day when I drop off and pick Charlotte up at school, but I never think to stop and get a ticket.
Will I ever be a person with a clean, uncluttered house? Will my to-do list ever be less than a foot long? Will I ever make appointments and complete tasks in an efficient and timely manner? I don’t know. And I guess it doesn’t really matter. The house is clean-ish. Appointments get made eventually. Everyone has clean clothes to wear every day, even if some days there is less choice in wardrobe than others. When the tasks pile up and I get that hot ball of guilt in my stomach, thinking about all I have to do, I can just put away some laundry or order some supplies for Penelope and it goes away.
I still haven’t changed the batteries in Fishyvision, though.