My husband’s last semester is in full swing. Which is sorta awesome because it’s literally the last one. But he’s taking two classes so it feels like we’re two tiny little mules attempting to drag a three hundred million pound cart behind us. While taking care of two kids. But the semester is nearly half over already. So that’s sorta awesome squared.
On top of that, there’s like a big huge stressful project at work. Which typically, I have the innate ability to keep in perspective and never feel stress over. Except everyone at work keeps reiterating the monumental importance of the project so then I actually start to think maybe I should be stressed and experience occasional bursts of “The sky will fall if I don't get this done I don't know what I'm doing must keep working get it done now now now!” Thankfully, these moments pass quickly. I’m terminally low key.
I also have a stack of mail to go through, several phone calls to make, emails to return, blah blah blah. But who doesn’t? Which is why it baffles me when I’m the only one that can’t seem to keep up.
The mother of one of my daughter’s little daycare buddies keeps trying to set up a play date. Her kid moved to another daycare and the kids miss each other. Several notes and unreturned phone messages later, she probably thinks I’m some evil hag. Not to mention rude. My husband finally called her up and told her I’d been busy with him out of town and that I’d call her soon. That’s just sad. Maybe even sad squared. Maybe I am an evil hag. And rude.
To redeem myself I’m going to put that phone call on my list of things to do today. That’ll be like the 10th time I’ve put it on my to do list. But that’s beside the point. Because this time I really mean it.
Hopefully. We’ll see. See, there's the evil hag again.