Since Giovanna was born, I’ve been living under a rock. Or on a rock. Like another planet or something. You wanna know how I figured this out?
I am generally a pretty responsible person. Not spacey. And quite frugal. I detest throwing money away. It follows that I hate getting tickets of any kind. Speeding tickets. Parking tickets. Tickets for not picking up your dog’s shit. Not that anyone enjoys it, but I’m pretty sure I hate it more than the average person. I may or may not have cried over a parking ticket in my past. And I’m not usually much of a crier. But in my defense, it was not my first parking violation of the week. Living/working/schooling in a major city means that I’ve gotten my fair share of parking tickets. I swear to you, they are impossible to completely avoid, particularly on the street where I used to work. But I digress.
My car tabs expired on February 8, 2010. I had no idea until Tuesday, May 11th. When I got a $42 parking ticket for having expired tabs. I wasn’t even upset. I was just glad they didn’t decide to tow Pearl (my car). And I couldn’t believe I’d been driving around illegally for three months. Poor, neglected Pearl. She was rollin’ dirty, and I was oblivious.
But, I gotta blame it on the baby. Parenting a baby is a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, astonishingly demanding job. A paying job does not even touch the frays of parenting in terms of intensity. And when they’re little, it’s scary and overwhelming. A newborn is so delicate, so needy. So completely and utterly dependent. On you. On you not messing up. Not even for a split-second.
I’ll admit it, I’ve been preoccupied. Just a bit. Who has time for little old car tabs when you have a baby, a preschooler, a husband, and a burgeoning business? And, oh yeah, a blog. Not I. Something’s gotta give. Like car maintenance. Sorry, Pearl. I know I haven’t washed you in months and months.
Speaking of the burgeoning business, tomorrow’s the big day for Herbal Philosophy. Our first day at the farmer’s market! If you’re in Seattle and interested in experiencing the best tea of your life and/or easing your next hangover, finding more serenity in your life, spicing up your love life, sleeping and dreaming better, beautifying your complexion, and/or losing weight. Come find me. This stuff works, people. I’ll be at the Madrona market at the corner of Martin Luther King Way and East Union from 3 to 7 pm. Tomorrow, Friday, May 14th.
Moms, what about you? Have you neglected something important because you were so focused on caring for your children? Please share so I can feel better about myself… 🙂