Saturday, July 14, 2018

Park

We tried to take the baby to the park today.

This necessitated unearthing the stroller from the garage, where it had accumulated a light frosting of spiderweb and dirt.  We scraped this off with paper towels, tossing the blackened sheets straight into the outdoor trash, but then couldn't remember how to click the infant carrier into the stroller base.  So we half-disassembled the stroller while continuing to fail to remember.  The next ten minutes were devoted to quarreling about whose responsibility it was to remember how to interlock strollers with carriers.

So we tried the same rigamarole with our backup stroller until we realized it was the wrong brand to interface with our carrier. Next we decided to pile in the car to buy the right brand on our way to the park, which meant entering Target on a Saturday afternoon, which no one should ever do.  One hard-fought hour later, we purchased something that was not what we wanted, but which we nevertheless attempted to assemble with no tools on the outskirts of the 93 degree park.  Then we spent fifteen more minutes trying to stuff its pieces back into the trunk.  By this time the infant was pink with heat and squalling with hunger so we headed back home.

We need one more person in this marriage.  A person who assembles things.


1 comment:

Mara said...

Ha, that's hilarious! Randomly typed in the address for your blog just now. I'm glad I did! Give your sweetie a kiss from me!