Have you ever had one of those days when you wish there was a camera rolling and a director and all you have to do is look to the director and ask if you can re-do the scene because you just didn't get it quite right or because you just completely bombed and need to do the whole scene over again? Yeah, I had that day today. The day started out pretty well. Morgan woke up in the middle of the night because she had lost her pacifier (she always wakes up and cries when she can't find her pacifier in the middle of the night). Anytime my sleep is interrupted in the middle of the night, I'm a total zombie if I wake up anytime before about 9:00 the next morning. Knowing this, my sweet, wonderful husband got up with Morgan this morning and let me sleep in a little bit. I woke up at about 9:30 refreshed and ready to face the day. I was supposed to have a parent-teacher meet and greet with Morgan's Mother's Day Out teacher this morning between 10 and 12 (she's starting next week). I'm not really sure what happened, but apparently some of the wires in my brain were not fully connected today because the fact that I had to be at the church sometime between 10 and 12 and the fact that I had to leave the house no later than 11:30 to get there by 12 did not compute in my brain. I'm going about my normal routine, getting ready, thinking I had plenty of time, when I glanced at the clock and a light bulb suddenly came on. Holy crap, it was 11:15 and I had just laid Morgan down for a nap at 11! What was I thinking? I would have to leave in 15 minutes just to get there by 12! The baby was asleep, my hair wasn't done, I was running around in a t-shirt because I had thrown my clothes in the dryer to de-wrinkle... the meet and greet was not going to happen. ...Can I do that scene again?
I called myself an idiot and came to terms with the fact that I was going to be one of those "bad parents" that didn't show up to meet the teacher (even though I already know her) and focused my attention on the next "scene" of my day. After running an errand, I met Brad for lunch. Everything went fine until it was time to leave. Gathering mine and Morgan's belongings, I slung my purse and the diaper bag over my shoulder like a pack mule and grabbed up her highchair cover and toys and preceded to drop toys left and right as we left until the grand finale where I dropped my keys. ...Can I get a touch-up on my make-up? OK, places people... let's go again from the scene opening...
Brad had a meeting with a new client after lunch, so we each took our own cars to lunch, then we were going our separate ways. During lunch, I got a spot of bbq sauce on my nice, white shirt (in keeping with the theme of the day), so after putting everything in the car, I walked over to his car with Morgan and my keys to borrow his Tide pen (Tide pens are a gift from God!). I sat my keys on top of his car and told myself, "OK, DO NOT forget to get your keys!" Well... I forgot the keys. I grabbed Morgan and told Brad bye and off he went while I was strapping Morgan into her car seat. Then that dang light bulb went off again and I remembered the keys. Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! I actually said that... out loud... for nobody to hear. I frantically dialed Brad's number and told him to come back, that my keys were on top of the car. Now, I may have been having an airhead day, but this one's a head-scratcher for me. My husband, knowing my keys are on top of his car, comes pulling back into the parking lot a minute later WITH THE KEYS STILL ON TOP OF THE CAR! Sigh. I grabbed my keys off the car, gave him a sheepish grin, and waved goodbye again. ...Scene 5, take 2?
The rest of the day went just fine... I guess those wires finally plugged in all the way! I'm interested to know if any of my readers have days similar to mine today. I have these every now and then... I call them my "airhead days". Brad always knows it's going to be an interesting day when I say, "I'm having an airhead day today!" I have to admit, those days usually are quite interesting!
