I have a stupid addiction.
That's right, office supplies and motivational books, these are a strange Achilles' heel to my liberal arts brain.
I see audio books, "Organize your life..." and I'm thinking, I could use that. I see a large swath of pens, and I know I need that...and the motivate others book. Maybe it could that help with getting the kids to do their chores? I need a planner...post-its, and we need a stapler...before you know it, a simple printing job has turned into a crazed shopping spree.
Within minutes of leaving the store, I suffer buyer's remorse, especially when the promising Motivate others CD sounds so 70's psy-pop in its language and thinking, I wonder if it was put out by K-tel records and just digitally remastered. Half way through the Organize your life stuff, I'm bored to tears. The planner, it's good, not great, but it will take time to become familiar. The kids have already raided my purse and all the pens are gone.
To my surprise, he agrees.
He did the dishes. The motivational book worked. Maybe there's more in there that might help me to get them finish their homework or do the laundry. My optimism returns and it occurs to me, it's not that the addiction is stupid, it's that the addiction itself, makes me stupid.