The ones plugged in on the kitchen counter get splashed with spaghetti sauce, the ones plugged into the floor socket get tripped over, and the ones stretched over the sofa to the outlet behind it, get sat on. Those are the ones that also work their way in between the sofa cushions not to be found until I hear “Has anyone seen my charger?” bellowing out.
And I can barely tell one from another.
My cell phone charger and Tablet charger look exactly the same to me. I’m always grabbing the wrong one. I’ve learned how very bad it is to force a cord into the wrong thingy.
When we travel I now have a whole compartment in my suitcase just for cords. I can’t believe they let me through the TSA check points. How can that not look like a bomb?
When we vacation with the kids they bring their own array of cords. They, however, can somehow tell them apart, and think it’s ridiculous that I can’t. Within an hour there are cords plugged into every outlet in the lake house.
I try to keep a close eye on all of them so when everyone’s packing up at the end of the week, I can stand in the middle of the room and shout, “Whose is this?”, “How about this one?”, which they can all answer from 10 feet away.
Even the one that’s been stuck in the sofa.
When I plug my cup warmer cord into the extension cord that I plug my computer charger into with my mouse cord, it’s a big tangled mess when I go to get up. I barely move as I sit and type, yet it somehow turns into a bondage situation. My attempts to free myself is scary dream material.
When I buy a new chargeable gadget, basically every gadget, I try to memorize its cord before it enters “the drawer”. You know “the drawer”, right? Once it joins the collection of cords in that drawer it completely loses its identity.
Sometimes I fear we’re all too dependent on the corded thingys in our lives. They’re our biggest source of information, how we communicate, where we order next day deliveries when we forget things, which is all the time.
Are we resourceful enough if we had to function without them? What if we lose a cord?!
Sometimes I wish we could go back to AA batteries. Ah, AA batteries, boy, do I miss them. They’re still in the back of “the drawer”.
No cords with good ol’ AAs!