As a person who not only dislikes making decisions, but also has a very difficult time making them, I sometimes wonder why there are SO MANY options for the simplest things in life. What kind of pen: ball point, fine tip, felt tip, gel, ink, paint; what color? Mouse traps: wooden, plastic, mutilators, gentle killers.
Baby supplies.
It all started before he was born. A simple thing like a car seat. Now really, they all serve the same purpose. But the dilemma started when I had to decide whether I wanted a seat/stroller combo. After a much longer than necessary debate between myself me, I went with the stroller. That was among the many pre-baby decisions.
But then came the formula. So many different brands. and each brand has its own brand. and each of those and sensitive baby, soy, organic, and each comes with its own unique smell, both in the can and in the baby.
(if you look REALLY close, you get a sneak peak of the husbands latest project)
Baby food.I am the girl you see standing in the same isle...in the same place....for 15 minutes, trying to act like I belong there, but sweating profusely and having a nervous breakdown because I might pick the wrong thing.
Now, I knew there were all kinds of options like carrots, peas, squash, applesauce, and many other assorted fruits and veggies. I didn't even realize there was baby cereal, which is a whole different story. But what blew my top was when I found out baby food includes things like ham, fish, and other meats that shouldn't come mashed up in a jar. This is all coming from the girl who never changed a diaper until her boy was a week old. Diapers. There's another 5 billion gazillion choices. Not to mention the wipes.
Oh dear.
Well, I found out how the boy likes ...wait. You guess what he's eating. And if he likes it.
And we found out how we like pan seared lemon tilapia with Parmesan pasta. We liked it.
Dinner. That's a whole different class of decision making.
