Have you ever had one of those days where it literally can't get any worse? One of those going down in the history books as the "worst day ever" days. I'm not talking about opening my suitcase to discover that I packed zero pairs of underwear; that stinks, but this is colossal.
Let me give a bit of background for the day. I've been preparing for the year-end board meeting for about 3 days. This equals a lot stress, a lot of coffee and very little sleep. The board meeting is today, this morning at 8:15, in fact. I am zen with it, we're good, sailing in fact..screech. You know what type of road bumps I am talking about (every working Mom has a rough time getting out the door). Today was a day when everything happened at once. While packing Lily's bag for the day, I dropped an entire container of formula! Not only am I looking at the giant mess in the kitchen, but that mess is about 30 bucks. OH Shiznit! What do I do now? Board meeting in T-minus 1.5 hours, and now I have to run to the grocery store to pick up formula?? AH! I manage to throw Lily in the car, ok I didn't throw her, but I gently and very quickly placed Lil in the car and headed to the store. It's a monsoon outside, so I drop Lily off at Daycare (1st time getting soaked), run to my local Publix (2nd time), run back to the school (3rd time) and drop off formula. Somehow, I pulled this off and was only running 2o minutes behind.
I make it! I look like a wet Chihuahua, but I make it. I'm scattered, ill prepared, but I'm there. The meeting went OK, and I moved on with the day. The day could possibly be salvaged, right? Nope, not today!. The universe had other plans for AWM! My largest client calls and needs me on site ASAP. Not a problem, but it's 2hrs each way (1:40 if I haul it going 90). What's the issue with this? It's 11 and tonight is Lane's Baton performance. She is so excited, and not only would she be crushed if I didn't make it, but leaving Dad to dress kiddo in her costume with corresponding yoga pants, correct jazz shoes and matching head band...not a pretty picture.
I handled the urgent issue, jumped in the car to head home and thought if I drive 110 MPH, I just might make it. Again, damn the universe..I get pulled over by one of GA's finest. I can't talk too much smack here because he let me go without a ticket, but it slowed me down 30 minutes. To wrap this story up, I made it to the performance in just enough time to fix her hair and let her know that I was there.
Dad is irritated, Lane has that look on her face (like all the other Moms have been here for an hour), and I am physically exhausted and feeling like total hell, when I realized I haven't eaten since breakfast. I watched Lane twirl with the best of them and managed not to throw up (I snagged some of baby girl's Cheerios out of the diaper bag).
As I was putting the girls down to sleep and trying to forget my seriously crappy day where I felt like I let everyone down (Lane, my board, my husband, myself), Lane made my week. It's uncanny how a 6 year old can brighten your day with one sentence...
Hey Mom, I saved you this sticker. I saved it for you because she looks just like you. Love you Mom! As I turned to look in the mirror to see what sticker Lane stuck to my sweater I burst out laughing and smiled a smile that lasted a week. Who was on the sticker?
Barbie. My delusional 6 year old thinks I look "just like" Barbie. Maybe a 30 something, 2 kids later version of Barbie, but hey this tired Mom will take it! It set the reset button and put things in perspective. Lane didn't care what type of day I had - she was just excited that I was there.
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