Today, I was so super productive. I cranked out work projects without a problem - done. Then I did more loads of laundry than I care to remember - done. Got some things worked out for a church committee - done. Organized meetings for an upcoming run in October I am managing - done.
Yeah. I was so super productive.
So productive that it wasn't until 3:40pm that I remembered that Abby had to be picked up from school.
Really? Did I REALLY forget to pick up my kid on the first full day of school?
Did I really?
Why hadn't she called?
Damn cell phone is dead.
Why didn't she call the house?
QUICK - WAKE UP THE BABY! GET IN THE CAR! DON'T WORRY ABOUT SHOES! WE ARE LATE! LATE! LATE!
I arrive, and she is happy as a clam, playing with some new friends. Not the least bit concerned that I am now 40 - as in F-O-R-T-Y minutes late.
"Why didn't you call?"
"THIS is the EXACT reason I need a cell phone, mom!!!"
"Why didn't you just go to the office to call?"
"I NEED A CELL PHONE!"
"No, you don't. You need to walk 10 steps to the office to call me."
The argument about the cell phone will have to wait. Not today.
Damn. And I was so super productive today, too!
I am laughing at myself. And I cannot believe myself.
Thank God she met some new friends and had some old friends to run around with while I was being "so super productive" at home.
I'm only 37 years old. This stuff shouldn't be happening to my brain yet...right? ;)