Everyone has talents. Some people are amazing cooks. Some people can create beautiful gardens. Some people can turn drapes into children’s play clothes. We can all do something.
One of my things is that I’m organized.
Except for this week when I became a ridiculous hot mess. I’m not sure what happened. I can only imagine that my equilibrium is a bit off from my DVR not recording new episodes of “Project Runway.”
On Wednesday, I start hearing a lot of “California Gurls.” That’s my ring tone. And it just keeps playing over and over again like one of those radio stations that play the same pop songs repeatedly.
I am nursing the twins at the time and I can’t reach the phone. Finally, I’m able to answer. It’s my husband. The school called him. Turns out I am 45 minutes late to pick Dylan up at school. What?!
You see they have short days and long days. Sometimes I pick her up at noon. Sometimes I pick her up at 3 pm. And this is a long day. Except that it’s a long day with an early dismissal because of back to school night. So I was supposed to pick her up at 2 pm.
Got that? Me neither. Obviously.
I’m sure there was an email. Probably several.
I race to pick her up and her teacher is so super nice about it and Dylan seems completely chill. But I hate for this kind of thing to happen on the third week of school. It gives me no room for error the rest of the year. And I don’t want to be labeled the late mom in September for gosh sakes.
Then later, Rick and I attend back to school night. I suddenly realize it’s the last night of the book fair. And Dylan gave me a list of books she wants which of course is at home.
“You don’t have the list?” Rick asks.
It really sucks to feel like a failure over a stupid book list. A failure at not being able to negotiate a Middle East peace agreement? Fine. But a book list? Lame.
I call our babysitter. She finds and reads me the list.
Thankfully, Dylan did not have to go an extra day without “Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale.” I think we can all be grateful for that.