For Matt’s birthday 7 years ago I bought him a surround sound system. Of course, now you can get state of the art surround sound systems for next to nothing and get wifi and wireless speakers. Oh, and automatic Pandora connections. But. We’re talking 2005, here.
So I did a lot of research and annoyed a guy on the phone for about 30 minutes at Best Buy as to what would be my, well, best buy. He suggested that with my price range, I could get a really descent Panasonic DVD home theater.
Then I went to Amazon.com and bought it.
I mean, the guys at Best Buy know their stuff but their prices are far too high.
It didn’t take long at all to set up, and because our TV was a tube style. Prior to HDTV and HDMI set ups and whatever the heck all that means, it was really only two or three AV cables and a lot of speaker wires. When Matt came home from work, he got two surprises: a surround sound system and the knowledge that his girlfriend was technologically savvy.
(We won’t talk about how I am now that technology is just annoyingly brilliant, OK?)
Today I finally got sick of the fact that we had a surround sound system, yet it didn’t surround us with sound. Due to the long layout of our living room, the only way to make the speakers work would be to either get wireless speakers, a converter or to run the wires under the throw rug.
I decided to save us 300 bucks and did the logical thing.
It took me about 30 minutes and lots of yelling at the kids. I mean, what is it with kids that when I sit on the floor, they automatically think I’m at their level for a reason. Hello! Working here.
First of all, three of the speakers weren’t working. So I had to strip down the wires and make sure not to electrocute myself. I mean, I’m pregnant and all. Finally, after vacuuming out all of the dust bunnies that collected behind the entertainment center, we were ready to test it out.
I told each kid to pick a speaker and listen. Six speakers later, we’re in business.
Right now, Franz Ferdinand is coming through loud and clear, and I’m surrounded in sound on my couch.
Lately I’ve been feeling pretty defeated. I’ve thrown myself multiple pity parties. In the matter of moments, a lot of things I love to do were taken away from me. And while I know it’s only temporary, it still stings. I spent the past two weeks in a pretty nasty depression. Well, nasty for me. Just feeling sorry for myself, thinking I’m losing the baby, losing my muscle mass, losing my sanity. I’ve just felt so fucking useless. And it’s 50% situation, 50% me.
I started to pull my head out of my ass just in time to get a super nasty cold, which set me back again. But today, feeling myself, I got it together and did something. I made bread, then sat. I cleaned the playroom, then sat. Then I rewired the surround sound, and sat.
And for the first time in two weeks, I finally felt myself again.
Baby’s still hanging in there.
That’s one tough ass baby.