But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured...
The woman pictured here is not me. Maybe it's the season, maybe it's the stress, but I have been screwing up big time lately. Losing things, losing my mind. In 2010 I WILL carry a little calendar, no matter what, and write EVERYthing down. And keep the effin' house totally clean and picked up so I never lose anything, too.
Saturday night, December 5, was our holiday party. I was late letting everyone know, partly because Colin and I were gone for a week, partly because I procrastinate anyway. By the time I told everyone, even though our party is almost always the first weekend in December, most of them had other committments. Then on Friday, September reminded me that weeks before, I had promised I would be the responsible adult on Saturday while the four kids were at their chess tournament, until mid-afternoon.
Crap! Because I procrastinate, I had done virtually nothing to prepare for the party yet. So Friday night I did what I could, figuring I could go shopping, get the biscochitos baked, etc. in the 4-5 hours I had after the chess tournament before our (relatively) few guests would arrive. I hadn't eaten, but as soon as the kids and chess were no longer my responsibility, I ran to the bank to desposit a few checks, then ran to the market - all this was literally running by the way - then ran home to bake. And then, finally eat something. What I didn't realize until this morning is that in my procrastinator's moment of low blood sugar, the amount I was depositing in the bank was NOT the amount I added up - I included in the deposit a $100 more than I accounted for on the deposit slip. If the bank doesn't catch my mistake, I just basically donated several weeks worth of our groceries to said bank. The last thing I need, right? I'm thinking of giving myself the boot right about now.
What else? Can't find my HUGE hard back copy of The Time Traveler's Wife ANYwhere; was going to lend to September for her book club. Can't find a certain ring, haven't even THOUGHT about holiday cards...Basically I'm a wreck, a lost cause. (Although as you can see from that last comment, I still have a vestige of my sense of humor...) And it isn't helping that every day flashes by faster than a speeding bullet. Help!
Saturday night, December 5, was our holiday party. I was late letting everyone know, partly because Colin and I were gone for a week, partly because I procrastinate anyway. By the time I told everyone, even though our party is almost always the first weekend in December, most of them had other committments. Then on Friday, September reminded me that weeks before, I had promised I would be the responsible adult on Saturday while the four kids were at their chess tournament, until mid-afternoon.
Crap! Because I procrastinate, I had done virtually nothing to prepare for the party yet. So Friday night I did what I could, figuring I could go shopping, get the biscochitos baked, etc. in the 4-5 hours I had after the chess tournament before our (relatively) few guests would arrive. I hadn't eaten, but as soon as the kids and chess were no longer my responsibility, I ran to the bank to desposit a few checks, then ran to the market - all this was literally running by the way - then ran home to bake. And then, finally eat something. What I didn't realize until this morning is that in my procrastinator's moment of low blood sugar, the amount I was depositing in the bank was NOT the amount I added up - I included in the deposit a $100 more than I accounted for on the deposit slip. If the bank doesn't catch my mistake, I just basically donated several weeks worth of our groceries to said bank. The last thing I need, right? I'm thinking of giving myself the boot right about now.
What else? Can't find my HUGE hard back copy of The Time Traveler's Wife ANYwhere; was going to lend to September for her book club. Can't find a certain ring, haven't even THOUGHT about holiday cards...Basically I'm a wreck, a lost cause. (Although as you can see from that last comment, I still have a vestige of my sense of humor...) And it isn't helping that every day flashes by faster than a speeding bullet. Help!
posted by sf @ 9:40 AM
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