The Day the Music Died

So the biggest tragedy ever occurred the other day, the batteries in Owen's swing died!! This left me with a predicament. Was I to try to spend the rest of the day trying to convince him to that the vibrating chair was just as good?  Or do I venture out (alone) to Walmart to get new batteries?

For those of you who know me well, I have a slight phobia of going places alone.  I'm not really sure why this is, it just makes me feel really alone and vulnerable.  With Owen with me, those feelings multiply.  But I knew that he was WAY to smart to take the vibrating chair as a equal substitute.  So, I packed him up and we ran to Walmart.   This was a huge step for me as I rarely leave the house alone with him unless to go to someone's house.  But this should also show the level of desperation I had for those batteries. 

Which brings me to whole other thought...What did people do before vibrating chairs and swings?  I feel like all I do is move him from one strap in, electronic contraption to another.  I feel bad but then the other alternative is holding him all day and I know that's not good either.  It seems like our days are broken down into the amount of attention he'll give to each one.  We have the swing, the vibrating chair, the high chair and the smooth motions glider.  All with their very own seat belt.  These are my salvation during the day and I don't know what I would do without them.  I can't imagine if I had to strap him to my hip and work in the fields. 

I know that this is just par for the course these days but I can't help but think about the panic I felt "the day the music died".  Am I really that clueless as to what to do with him if he's not being entertained by some device?  No wonder people have such short attention spans these days, we are constantly being stimulated from birth.  I'm sure it'll get better with time though. But for now, I've got to run.  The fishies stopped spinning on his swing and I need to hit the reset button.  ;o)