I Give Up
This is another post that was shelved for a couple weeks in an effort to keep from making things worse or hurting anyone’s feelings. Hopefully it will satisfy some people’s curiosity and do no harm although I’m beginning to run out of energy to care either way really. Be advised this was originally written nearly a month ago.
I officially give up on trying to have anything to do with the gift registry. I thought it would be fun and was the first thing I found myself looking forward to over the baby but it’s simply not worth it. It’s pulling teeth to get anyone to listen to my wishes and impossible to have them respected so what’s the point? Why force my input where it’s clearly not wanted? Besides, I need to play referee and communication conduit for the baby shower.
This is not how I saw this playing out. I pictured my girlfriend and I having a nice time zapping things with the gun but that requires at least one person having some freaking patience and Jon telling us what he’s bringing and when. Clearly I ask too much. Patience and information, what was I thinking? No, it’s all about fragile egos and panicking.
It’s ironic, the people we need to be patient keep communicating and the people we need to communicate are being patient.
Well it’s all too much to deal with days after moving so I cede the territory. I’m withdrawing my forces and rescinding the order to hold in the name of logic and pragmatism. The armies of waste can now invade unopposed.
I don’t get what’s so wrong with wanting to work smarter rather than harder. Oh well if things don’t work out I guess we’ll just have to throw money at it…great.
