I worked at a friend’s studio a couple of days this week, and it always throws me off course when I have to leave the house for work. It always amazes me that:
A) People do this ALL THE TIME. And
B) I used to be one of those people (seriously, you guys. How on earth did I used to be so pulled together?? OK, not SO pulled together, but enough that my kids and I got where we needed to be, with what we needed for the day–I’m talking to you, LUNCH–and ON TIME).
Monday might’ve been the longest day, ever, followed by Tuesday, and then Thursday. Monday there was snow in the forecast, and it was almost like I didn’t live in New England, and people were panicking unnecessarily. Case in point: all after school activities were cancelled a half hour before school got out. Oh, and it wasn’t snowing at this point, nor was it forecast to start snowing until, oh, 6:00. But whatever, schools. Cancel activities, not like it’s going to affect me…
Yeah, so Monday my middle daughter has math tutoring (after school. Which qualifies as an after school activity. I know, who knew?), and I had arranged for a neighbor to pick up the intern, so I could stay at the office a little later than the norm. I got the text, laughed–literally out loud–at the sheer stupidity of canceling for snow that isn’t supposed to start falling for another 4 hours, and kept on working.
Yep, I kept right on working, because my child is going to after school activities disguised as tutoring. It was only 15 minutes later–when my friend texted me asking if I could grab her kids (because I am admitting on the internet I did NOT figure this out on my own)–that I quickly shut down and made the 15 minute drive home in just 8 minutes.
Did I mention that oh, I also sprained my finger over the weekend, and wanted to get to the doctor to make sure it was just a sprain (because OMG sprained fingers hurt)? AND Monday was the one day (ONE DAY) that my middle daughter could make candles for a class project, because Tuesday they were making candle holders. Can you imagine a greater injustice than being in 4th grade and having a candle holder but no homemade candle to put in it? Fortunately, the candle making happened at someone else’s house, or that might’ve just sent me spiraling out of control.
We had take out for dinner Monday night, followed shortly by a slight breakdown on my end. I think I went to bed around 9:30, just to get up and do it all over again on Tuesday.