I am not good at this ...
I needed something to clean up a spot on my couch, and baby wipes are gentle and just wet enough to do a decent job for spot-cleaning. Also, they're useful for other spot cleaning of face, or hands, or other such things. Keeping some on hand isn't a bad idea, and I decided to pick some up.
I didn't connect that this would require an expedition into completely unknown territory. And it would be terrifying.
Logically, this sort of thing would be in the baby aisle of ye olde Mart of Wals, so I got my new recycling baskets, and my extension cord, and headed over towards that section of the store.
I feel like I need to preface this because I have really never had any occasion to go into the baby section of any store. I'm the youngest child in my family, so there was never call for me to babysit younger siblings or be dragged into these parts of the store behind a parent who is doing the shopping. And I like kids, but I don't have any, and I don't fantasize about having one or four of my very own.
Basically, I'm about as experienced as your sterotypical guy. And I got lost.
There I was, standing in the middle of the baby aisle at Wal*Mart, completely lost and trying desperately to just find the rasafracken baby wipes so I could move on with my day. And retreat to somewhere safer. Like the garden or automotive center. But mostly, the resounding thoughts going through my head was: why is this so hard? They've got to be here somewhere. And baby stuff is terrifying.
Maybe it was bad timing on my part, but on a visceral level, I was not cooing over the pastel and softly-rounded edges of everything. I was awkwardly telling myself not to panic and was completely unnerved.
So I started a systematic search of the section. (See? This is how my brain works. I suck at being a girl sometimes.) And I found them! Eventually! And there was an entire aisle of them. I grabbed a likely box and dashed out for safety.
One day, perhaps that will be my element. Today is not that day.
I didn't connect that this would require an expedition into completely unknown territory. And it would be terrifying.
Logically, this sort of thing would be in the baby aisle of ye olde Mart of Wals, so I got my new recycling baskets, and my extension cord, and headed over towards that section of the store.
I feel like I need to preface this because I have really never had any occasion to go into the baby section of any store. I'm the youngest child in my family, so there was never call for me to babysit younger siblings or be dragged into these parts of the store behind a parent who is doing the shopping. And I like kids, but I don't have any, and I don't fantasize about having one or four of my very own.
Basically, I'm about as experienced as your sterotypical guy. And I got lost.
There I was, standing in the middle of the baby aisle at Wal*Mart, completely lost and trying desperately to just find the rasafracken baby wipes so I could move on with my day. And retreat to somewhere safer. Like the garden or automotive center. But mostly, the resounding thoughts going through my head was: why is this so hard? They've got to be here somewhere. And baby stuff is terrifying.
Maybe it was bad timing on my part, but on a visceral level, I was not cooing over the pastel and softly-rounded edges of everything. I was awkwardly telling myself not to panic and was completely unnerved.
So I started a systematic search of the section. (See? This is how my brain works. I suck at being a girl sometimes.) And I found them! Eventually! And there was an entire aisle of them. I grabbed a likely box and dashed out for safety.
One day, perhaps that will be my element. Today is not that day.