I’m one of those people who HAS to have a watch. At ALL times. If I ever am to (*shudder*) LEAVE the house without wearing my watch, it throws off the whole rest of the day. My life, believe it or not, is thusly ruined. Luckily, I’m not terribly picky and don’t have to have super fancy watches all the time. Shoot, anything that can halfway reliably tell time is good enough for me. I do have a fondness for Fossil watches, but am also practical. Sometimes I just need something that tells me if it’s 2:00pm or 2:15pm (and yes, it matters) and any old drugstore watch can tell me that. As long as it looks halfway decent and doesn’t turn my wrist green, I’m good to go.
I got my most recent watch at Walmart last year, shortly after Christmas. My previous watch (which happened to be a Fossil) kicked the bucket shortly before and we just didn’t have the money in the budget for a new Fossil. And time was of the essence (har), and I had to have a watch, like yesterday. I wasn’t feeling particularly picky. The watch did the job well enough too. It was a metal band with a pink face. The band was a little loose on me and the clasp had an annoying habit of coming open at inopportune moments. Luckily, I was always able to catch that the watch was loose(r) and/or had fallen off. That is, until today. After MOPS and a nice lunch at Applebee’s, we stopped by Babies R Us to do some scouting out for more baby stuff. On the way into the store, I thought I heard a clinking noise, but I knew there wasn’t anything in my purse that would make that noise so I dismissed it. We browsed at cute clothes, checked out Boppy covers (NEED ONE, omg, you have no idea), saw they now have our double stroller in stock, checked out wooden letters to spell out her name with and made sure they had our baby book in stock (they do). We were in there for about 30-40 minutes. On the way back out to the car (hands empty, of course), Kile saw something on the ground of the parking lot. It was… my watch.
GAH!!! The face was all smashed, all the glass gone with just some jagged bits around the edges. The band was bent on the one side. Plainly put? This watch was screwed. It had met it’s destiny with the tire of someone’s car and that’s all there was to that. And I could even see what time it had been run over too. Despite not noticing that my wrist had been awfully naked for the last half hour, I now felt a desperation creep up. I had to have a watch.
Luckily, my husband knows I’m a neurotic mess when it comes to my watches so we stopped at Walmart on the way home. I ran in real quick and picked out a new watch.
What can I say? I’m not one for variety. But give me some credit here. I saw my exact same watch in Walmart but resisted getting it in favor of getting something (slightly) different. And the important thing? I have a watch again. WHEW. That was a close one.
Liam couldn’t handle the excitement, however, and crapped out on the way home.
Someday, someday, he’ll understand just how important it was to hunt down a new watch for his mother. In the meantime, he better watch out. Cuz if he keeps looking this cute, he’s just going to get up getting eaten.
OMG, the cheeks, ya’ll.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
