Love Thursday: …and Pigs Will Fly

This “Love Thursday” is devoted to all the mothers who think they are disorganized, forgetful, ineffective and confused. I know you are out there and can probably relate to the events of my yesterday.

At last my babysitter was available – I hadn’t had a minute away from Ella for two weeks. Showered and dressed, I ran out the door to my hair appointment, arriving at the right time on the wrong day. Not to be deterred by one little mix up, I decided to get some other errands done.

First I darted off to have a blood test that was only six months overdue. Oops, I needed paper work from my doctor’s office. Down a couple flights of stairs only to find that my doctor’s office was closed.

Then I dashed off to get my car serviced; it was only a “few” months overdue. The garage looked closed so I drove on home to see how Ella was getting along with her babysitter.

At home I sat down with the babysitter to go over my calendar and her school schedule only to find that I’d booked two more appointments on days that she was not available. Not to worry; those ugly gray roots in my hair would wait another month, and having my teeth cleaned and checked was overrated, and already a year overdue anyway.

Then I got on the phone and discovered that the garage was open after all and I could get my car serviced. I flew out the door (with a good book I started reading months ago) and was there in minutes. Just as I settled comfortably in a chair and opened my book, I was called over to the counter where I was not so gently reminded that my tires hadn’t been rotated in two years. “Hmmm,” I said casually, “is it really that important?”

I was informed that it was indeed, but not as important as my brakes which needed new pads and something else I can’t remember. They wanted to schedule a day I could bring my car in. I said I’d talk to my babysitter.

I could go on about the fact that my dogs are grateful that they haven’t seen the inside of a vet’s office for a year and a half, I haven’t even started my holiday cards, and much worse and more shameful, haven’t put one photo in Ella’s photo album and life book yet.

Maybe 2008 will be better – my babysitter will be more available, Ella will become more independent and I will not have that “deer in the headlights” look most days. And then again, maybe pigs will fly.

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