That is how long it took me to install Paddy's new car seat. Three and a half fucking hours. Pretty sure I called that car seat every name under the sun. What should have taken 5 minutes, took over three hours because when putting it in my car, one of the straps got twisted, and since it was twisted, it wouldn't lock. Thus beginning my morning of hell. One friggen twisted strap.
So after trying to untwist it for 10 minutes outside (in 30 degree weather wearing my pajamas), I had to lug it back inside. There, I recruited Paddy to help (read: he chewed on another strap because the car seat was being a BITCH!). He did a fantastic job, I was very proud of him. Five episodes of Park and Rec later, strap is untwisted! Brought it back outside and installed it in less than a minute.
All in all, I am very glad Paddy cannot talk yet. Or else, after today, I'm positive his first word would be 'fuckface'. Or 'asshead'.
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