I’m seriously thinking about changing my blog name.
My new title will incorporate a portion of my motto. I’m thinking something like “Adventures of a Horrible Warning.”
This morning:
1. Cell phone rings at 6:56AM. I hear it, but don’t run for it, thinking if someone really needed me, they’d call the house phone. Even though I didn’t run for it, I’m not pretty much officially awake, which really sucks.
2. Joe informs me that he forgot his gym clothes at the shop, so we need to leave a few minutes early to go pick it up.
3. Joe takes off his shoes to put his boots on (why did he even have his shoes on??), and the boys finish getting their gear on and we head to the shop.
4. Where we determine that the gym clothes aren’t at the shop, and that he’s now pretty sure he left them at school.
5. We do manage to get to school on time, and I spend a few minutes speaking to one of the teachers. I’m heading out the door when Will informs me that he has left his snow pants at home. He doesn’t like to put them in his bag, but he has to remember to actually grab them.
6. I walk into the hall to see Joe standing in his socks.
You saw this one coming didn’t you?
7. He’s waiting to ask the teacher if it’s OK to put his gym shoes on, since he FORGOT HIS SHOES AT HOME. Thank goodness he’d left his gym clothes at school.
The thing of it is? I can’t bring myself to be upset at them, because, damn it, they are just like me. I can totally see myself doing any one of those things.
OK. The snowpants need to be at school before 9:50 (the time of first recess), so I actually haul myself back out of the house and on the way to school at about 9:30. Drop off the SHOES and the snowpants and head to the shop.
7. I’m all proud of myself for being here early, but at 9:54, I remember that I was going to bring my Bernina (and my walking foot) to the shop, because I have promised to help a customer sew a binding on her very first quilt. She doesn’t have a walking foot, so I told her I’d help.
8. I race home (I have 6 minutes before the shop is supposed to be open, right?) grab the sewing machine, rip open the drawer where I leave my walking foot when it’s not in use and….it’s not there.
9. Many bad words were used.
10. At this point, I have NO IDEA where it would be. I ALWAYS put it in that drawer, so it’s current location is a mystery.
11. I remember that my mother might know where HER walking foot is currently located, so I place a frantic phone call, ask for it’s location (which she KNOWS!) and head to her house.
12. I make it to the shop, with her walking foot, my sewing machine, only a few minutes after 10. And then I sit down to right this ridiculous blog post.
I’m a little scared for how the rest of the day might turn out. Send help (and chocolate) if you don’t hear from me …
Suzanne
I’m sorry but I had to laugh at you. You just crack me up. Ya know, when I met you, you seemed very put together…..was it all smoke and mirrors? Just kidding. I am a little OCD and things go through my head a million times so I really forget stuff like that. I think that is worse because I can’t let my mind rest. At any rate. Relax! Enjoy your day!
I meant to say rarely, not really. (the sentence just doesn’t read correctly otherwise) oops
you are NOT alone! And the chocolate is on the way.
Oh my, Suzanne. So much I could say about this post. Being ADD myself, I can really relate to all that forgetting. And, being a former elementary teacher and principal, I have seen more students and parents like this then I can tell you about. So relax, take a deep breath, and know that you and your kids are PERFECTLY, 100% NORMAL.
I have to add one more comment that goes along with this post. When my babies were little and I was a stay-at-home mom, I taught piano. It helped pay the bills. Every student had a set time for their lesson. Then there was Michelle. Her lesson was scheduled for Saturday mornings, like 10:30 ish. She never was there on time. It was usually an hour or two or three or four later. They didn’t believe in clocks. REALLY! And most of the time she forgot her music. Her mom rarely remembered to pay me. And, sometimes, I had to drive her home because her mother forgot her.
There. Feel better?
They have to bring snow pants to school? Really? That sounds like a whole other country you live in! I’m so glad snow is an unexpected thing around here and not the normal. I’m WAY to chilly for that!
Your posts have been giving me a chuckle.
FYI – I’ve been leaving comments here under a different name, but I decided to give myself an early Christmas present, the gift of a more discreet blog. My new blog will be at http://annecdotally.blogspot.com/ (Now! With ever-more-boring Christmas ornaments!) and in the future when I leave comments on your blog they will be under the name “Warty Mammal”. Thought I’d let you know so as to not startle you. It’s bad enough having someone you “know” leave bizarre comments, much less a total stranger!