Registering

Last weekend I had my mom help me set up a baby registry. This is supposed to be a fun experience, but it was nothing but overwhelming. The concept is a fun one: pick out all the things that Baby will want or need. Well....what, pray tell, does a baby need? How is one to know? They do give you a checklist when you get your scanner thingy, but a person can't help keeping in mind the fact that the store itself published this checklist. Does Baby really need on-the-go toys, activity toys, and a favorite toy for the changing table? Possibly yes. Maybe no. How would I know? And of course things were different 26 years ago when mom had me. I didn't need much more than a blanket and a few diapers. Well that's helpful. Two and a half hours for six aisles of baby junk. Really? And not long aisles, mind you. Plus half of them had things like diapers and food, so those really didn't count. So now we're talking two and a half hours for 4 aisles of baby items. Laborious. Ridiculous. By the end I was just so done that I didn't care what was on that checklist or not. I had to get out of there. One lady was kind enough to hear me debating all the possible reasons why or why not to get a bottle brush (Yes, a bottle brush, people. 15 minutes on a bottle brush. Oh my.) and suggested that yes, I would want one for the very reasons that I mentioned. Thank you, strange eavesdropper. While I usually don't approve of such butting into random conversations of other people, I just about hugged her and asked if she'd help me with the rest of the process. But I refrained and my patient mother and I left the store to go eat something. Which helped my mood immensely.