Note to self no. 09: Don’t go furniture shopping with baby brain
There’s some kind of mist occupying the space where memory, logic and the power of decision used to be. Let’s just call it the baby brain, or maybe bottle haze? Ether way it makes even the simplest things, like getting off the bus in time, into a major task.
Earlier this week I had a doctors appointment. The plan was to get there early so I could relax in the waiting area while Gustav spent some quality time with his dad at home. I was going to browse thought Instagram, play Two dots (which I’m totally addicted to by the way) and catch up on the latest news—all while not worrying about Gustav waking up in the middle of it. Well, that didn’t happen.
“Just as my but hit the bus seat, the bottle haze kicked in, and I forgot all about the most important part of public transportation: Gettin off in time!”
Just as my but hit the bus seat, the bottle mist kicked in, and I forgot all about the most important part of public transportation: Gettin off in time! As a result I had to rush to the doctor’s office. The only consolation was that I’d also forgotten to charge my phone, so the browsing was off the table anyway.
Keeping track of my phone is a struggle on its own. The other day I saw no other alternative but to call my phone after a half an hour looking for it. Bottle haze logic. Luckily I found the phone in my back pocket just as I was about to call it.
“The logic behind buing it now rather than later was to get as much value as possible—even though we don’t have any room for it in our apartment”.
All though I’m fully aware that my brain preforms well below average these days, I still felt confident enough to buy a rather pricy chair. The logic behind buing it now rather than later was to get as much value as possible—even though we don’t have any room for it in our apartment
After eight weeks of waiting for the chair, I got second thoughts when it arrived. Had I chosen the right color? Maybe I should have picked a brighter less saturated one? I wasn’t able to make a decision, and ended up leaving my chair at the store to give my self an extra day to think about it. My entire family, my contact list on Snapchat and everyone in the store was involved in helping me making a decision, but I just couldn’t pick one. To make a long story short i brought home the chair I originally had bought, had it for two days, regretted the decision, asked the sales man if I could change it, got the thumbs up, damaged the chair as I brought it back to the store, got help to sell it slightly cheaper to another costumer, and ordered a new chair in a brighter less saturated color. It’s expected in 6 to 8 weeks.
To top it off I also bought a new couch, but ended up canceling the order two days later. Apparently I had forgotten that I really didn’t wanted that kind of sofa…
The beautiful Bollo chair by Andreas Engesvik for Fogia got to stay at our place for a two days. In a few weeks a brighter replacement is moving in. Thank you for your patient, Kollekted by!
In a haze like this it’s scary to think that I’m responsible for a tiny human. Or I guess that’s why my brain is all messed up in the first place. Because even though Gustav sleeps well and lets his mom sleep most of the night (*knock wood)*, every conscious minute is spent making sure the little one have everything he needs. Great prioritizing if you ask me <3.