I hope this post does not come across too strong. Any time you operate with limited sleep, smaller tasks can really frustrate you. At times, they can frustrate you to a point that is not commensurate with the actual task. It happened to me today.
This is a car seat and a stroller. The great thing about this car seat and stroller is it only requires two small adapters and the two can become one!
This is incredible, right? Well, the vital part is the two small adapters. You see, I have a very bad habit of throwing things away. I don’t know why, but few things bring me joy like throwing something in the trash. I am not certain, but there is a strong chance two months ago, I threw away these adapters. Easy solution: I got online and ordered two replacement adapters for $19.99.
As all of you parents know, you often wait until your kid is sleeping to work on projects like this. The replacement adapters came in the mail yesterday so, I thought it would be a good time to put everything together. I read the instructions…only two steps required. Push down and listen for the clip sound. After a few minutes of trying each adapter on both sides, watching a youtube video, downloading and reading the owner’s manual… I came to the conclusion that these were the wrong MOTHERF**KING adapters! (Aside: I would never use this kind of language in real life. It is used here for literary purposes only. There was no other way to express my level of frustration and sheer anger towards a car seat company. If you make a 2015 model and a 2016 model with the same name why would you not differentiate that they use different adapters on your own website. Sorry Mom.)
It was at the very moment when I grabbed the L sided adapter, lifted my arm ready to fling the plastic across the house, that I had an almost TV-show-like flashback. The harp music played and I looked up at thought bubbles…
I specifically remember a moment in my childhood where my sweet mother must have experienced the same level of frustration.
Here is the back story. As a kid in Abilene, there is plenty to do on the weekends. You can go look at the creeks, go look at the lake, sit in your parents lap and drive the car in the Food Lion parking lot, walk around the mall, but the ultimate form of entertainment in my family was a trip to the “little store”. That’s right. Every Saturday and Sunday my mom would make a trip to Skinny’s for the Dr. Pepper Big Swig. As a six year old, I would be laying on the floor of my room staring at the wall trying to make out shapes or figures in the dry wall texture and one of my parents would yell out “Who wants to go to the little store?!”. I would always jump in the car because this meant you had a free-for-all on one item.
Ok, backdrop is set. On this one particular trip to Skinny’s, I made my selection, a Ms. Baird’s apple fried pie. My mom got her Big Swig and we got back in her car. (A white Honda Accord, cloth seats, of course, and windows with absolutely no tint.)
I am sitting in the backseat behind the passenger seat. As we start to head home, I made a few small requests to my mother which did not sit well with her. I have no doubt she was suffering from the same lack of sleep I am currently suffering, because my little sister had just been born. This lack of sleep caused a reaction from my mom that I did not see coming…
After hearing my requests a second time, she turned around, while driving down Buffalo Gap Rd, and kindly took the Ms. Baird’s fried pie out of my hands. Without saying a single word, she rolled her window down and chunked the unopened apple pie out the window. She rolled up her window and didn’t say a word. 25 years later, I am experiencing her pain.
Side note: She is a great mother and only threw one of my Ms. Baird’s fried pies out the window of a moving car.