Hold this image in your head:
A piece of white copier paper with information xeroxed on it. Now the information that is xeroxed on it is not straight.
It is a copy of a copy and the copy was crooked.
This morning, like most mornings, the alarm clock went off at 0445. On a typical morning, I am so exhausted
from the day prior that I hit snooze until 0545 and then it is a mad dash to get myself and 2 kids ready to walk out the door within the hour. This past week however, I had one more kid to get up in the mix because it was his first week of work.
It was pure chaos.
So this morning, I am off. And of course, I had the opportunity to sleep in just a smidgen later.
Was that the case? Nope. Alarm went off and my inside voice beat me to the punch – I say the Angel and the Succubus. The good girl in me said, “Quick, get out of bed before you turn off the alarm.” Stupidly, I agreed and hopped out of bed to begin a list of things that I have been unable to accomplish during the week due to my new work/college schedule.
Here comes the paper.
I plaster kid schedules on the fridge, in my wallet, by word of mouth and reminders from
the kids themselves. It is essentially any way and any where I might hopefully remember. I even send myself text messages. I have had 2 mishaps already but thankfully, great friends played back up parents. It is a balance game – like every other parent in the world – do what you can to make it work.
Recently, my youngest was given a schedule of drinks/pep stand parent “volunteers.”
It was a copied piece of white paper. This morning, in my kitchen cleaning frenzy, I noticed said paper. It was crooked on the fridge under a magnet. I went over to the paper and straightened it – well tried. It wasn’t the paper that was crooked – it was the information on it that was transcribed (copier copy) askew.
I had a panic attack. Literally.
My heart started to race. My breathing quickened. I felt a moment of sheer panic and what the heck!
There was no way I could get it to symmetrically sit on the fridge without making the paper hang in some odd position. For what seemed like an eternity, I stared at this desperately trying to rectify this problem. There was no way I could look at this. Then the caffeine in my coffee finally kicked in and said, “Hey dumbass – get a pair of scissors!” And like magic – I cut straight lines, trimmed edges and presto – a straight piece of paper set neatly under a magnet to remind me of my “volun-told” contribution of items and/time.
I tell you what – the world is much better right now but for a minute – it was touch and go :)