Oops.....I did it again!

I did it. Again.

My little brain is totally full.

At this point, it only retains items of critical importance.

For example:
1. Don’t walk out the door without clothing
2. Feed your children. Feed then whatever, just feed them.
3. Smell Charlie’s diaper before you leave and determine the severity of the stink.
4. Make sure your kids are wearing shoes and preferably they match one another.
You know, things like that.


My brain is clogged up with things. This happens every once in while.

For example:
Did I really email my very important proposal two days late and without spell checking or really even reading it through in its completed entirety because I am so busy at work?

The dog peed on Henry’s bedding on Tuesday and I still am not through the 5 loads of laundry that it is taking me to clean it up because I only have time for 2 loads each day.

We have no fat free milk in our house, or juice which is kind of important and can initiate a nuclear meltdown if left unaddressed.

Two different managers have given me two large projects with the exact same turn around time in the last 24 hours and I fear I cannot accommodate either of them. But in the end, I don’t have a choice and will have to find time.

My headlight burned out and I tear up because it is going to effort to fix it.

My gas light came on today and I tear up because on the way home all of the petrol stations are on the other side of the street.

Apparently Charlie pees in the potty on a regular basis at daycare and I had no idea until yesterday. And that makes me feel awful.

By the time my brain stops thinking about work in its frantic matter, it is 9:30 at night and I am ready for bed, but can’t remember if I had a good night with the kids, or if I am recalling the previous night with the kids.

When I read contracts at work, I sometimes only see unrecognizable symbols and have to read the same sentence 3-4 times to understand it. This becomes really awful when someone is standing over me for feedback.

I constantly think about Charlie and whether he is chewing all of his food and cringe slightly when my phone rights at meal times since he choked on mango and had to have the Heimlich performed on him last week.

And all of that would be ok, if it (for the most part) just affected me.

But today, as we walked into pre-school, all of the kids in Henry’s class were in pajamas.

It was pajama day. And I forgot. Again.

My stomach sank into my rearend. And I wanted to slink back out the door as I saw the look on Henry’s teachers face, which silently said:

“sorry!…..its ok! Don’t worry about it! He’ll be fine!”

as she sits all fuzzy, cozy criss-cross applesauce reading a book to 4 other pajama’d 4 year olds, who I swear were staring me down, their eyes saying:

“how dare you, you, you horrible, evil, neglectful, poopy-clogged brained mother!”

as they looked Henry up and down in is everyday rags.

My mind wanted to start the Blame Game. Please, sweet Jesus, let this be someone else’s fault just this once. But it was my fault. I missed it. I printed the weekly schedule, but it does nobody any good in my computer bag, which is where it has been since last Thursday.

Just like at Halloween time, when this exact same thing happened, Henry looked at me and said with a question mark, not asked, said

“you will go home and get my pajamas and bring them back to me?” and when I said that I will bring them at lunch he said “no, you are taking too long. Go to your office and then go get my jammies”.

I immediately started scrolling through the 2 page to do list I have a work for the day and try to determine when today I can right this wrong. I knew that unless I fixed this, I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate at work….so I drove to the store, bought new pajamas and brought them back to Henry. I pulled Henry out of music class and changed his clothes as he bounced up and down the whole time and just kept repeating how he can’t wait to show his friends. And without even a hug, a kiss or a tear (all of which I needed from him at that moment), he bounced back to music as his 4 dude friends gathered around him to scope out his new jammies. And I walked away.

In this busy, overwhelming week where I am feeling spread way too thin and can’t quite focus on one thing or make anyone happy when I am trying to make everyone happy….I made Henry happy. And it felt ohhhhh so good.

During crazy weeks like these, I know Nathan thinks I am sitting at my desk with a crazed look in my eye and laughing hysterically at absolutely nothing. He’s not entirely wrong. I do happened to have a crazed look in my eyes, but only because my contacts get so dry by the end of the day, I can only see parts of things. The week is almost over and then we can all sigh with relief that we won’t have to go through this again with me for another few weeks. Ahhhhhh.

PS…And just incase you are wondering, NO…this is not PMS, its called LIFE.

MUUUUUAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!!!