Yesterday was one of those days that I either wanted to rewind and start over or fast-forward and get to the end of it. (It’s probably safe to say that I was leaning towards the fast-forward to get the freaking thing over with and behind me!) I just couldn’t seem to get anything right. My brain was scattered here and there and pretty much everywhere.
It started with me realizing that I had completely confused the date for Kindergarten Field Day (where the kids play a bunch of games outside instead of doing school stuff — yes, they actually get to play! Imagine that!) I had told my husband that it is this Friday, so he had rearranged his work schedule in order for him to be there. Well, it turns out that it’s actually TODAY! I got an email YESTERDAY from one of the room moms detailing the activities that are to take place. (In my defense, though, I am not the only parent who had the date mixed up — many of the kindergarten events throughout the year seem to be better understood through word of mouth. If you don’t ask questions, you will be left behind in the dust.) Needless to say, my husband will not be going to Field Day with me today — he’s not too happy about that.
Then, I completely had a brain fart about my son’s soccer game last night. His team was supposed to have a make-up game for one that was rained out a few weeks ago. I was rushing everyone around, trying to get them dinner, dressed, and packed up for a 6:00 game. It dawned on me at about 5:20 that I should probably double-check my email to make sure I knew what time he needed to be there to warm up. Turns out it was a 5:00 game! I wanted to just punch myself in the face. I felt so bad telling my son that once again, Mama had goofed. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be too heart-broken about it, especially when I told him that we’d go out for ice cream with sprinkles. I guess when you’re six, sprinkles make everything better.
At the end of the day, I was so glad to finally crawl into bed. I had to take Benadryl for yet another allergy attack, so I slept like a baby. The day is still young, but I’m hoping my brain is back from vacation today.
What kind of spacey mama moments have you experienced? How did you CYA and recover from your blunders?