My little neighbor just came to my door and asked me where Claire and her sister were. I was in a bit of a daze. I have been working all day, plugging away at my mile-long, to-do list. I was sitting here paying bills and I was in a zone. I could not, for the life of me, remember where Claire was. My neighbor said "Well, it's 4:25 and they need to leave for dance."
Ah, SHIT! Leave for dance?!? This mama went into panic mode and I immediately sent out the search parties to find the two wayward girls. Next door, across the street, up a couple of houses...there was NO sign of the girls. My mind was racing along with my heart. I stop long enough to call my girlfriend, Julie, so I can tell her we're gonna be late picking up the other two. She stops me mid-sentence and says "Jenni, they're at dance already."
Well, SHIT! I breath a huge sigh of relief remembering that today is Tuesday and not Thursday. Tuesday's dance is 4-6 and Thursday's dance is 5-7. There is no need to call 9-11. The girls are exactly where they are supposed to be but my mind was not.
I do not like heading into panic mode. And I never would have been if my brain had been engaged rather than overwhelmed by my to-do list. Thankfully, and yet again, I have Julie keeping me on the straight and narrow. She knew where Claire was and knew that I didn't have to call out the cavalry to find her. Panic mode averted thanks to Julie!
After "finding" Claire it took me a while to get my head back into the tasks at hand...my mojo definitely took a hit. But it's OK. I'd rather know where my kiddos are then have a smooth flow of mojo to knock out some stupid, mile-long, to-do list.
Oh, for the love of my children...