Ever had a week where everything is just a liiiiiittle bit off? I am not wishing for one big catastrophe, but I almost feel like I have a harder time dealing with small paper cuts all day than if I just lobbed off half my finger all at once.
Take yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment in Seattle at 7:30am. That alone (for whatever reason) set a domino row of logistics off for me. I needed to 10 x 400s in, and talk to a client at 5:15am (time zone problems), and figure out how to work for a few hours along with all the other small life tasks like feeding the two humans that live with me and taking care of the 2 year old.
Heather offered to watch the 2 year old in the waiting room. I decided we’d drive Owen in to the office. And I booked a babysitter from 10am – noon for the workout. Solid, right?
But here’s what really happened.
5:15AM – 6:15AM
throw (half asleep) PJ and all of our bags (food, clothes etc) in the car.
get in annoying hissing marital fight about why I would prefer to use Google Maps over Waze to avoid traffic.
park at Pacific Place … realize I forgot to pack PJ’s shoes.
meet Heather (2 year old in footie jammies in tow) realize I forgot to change PJ’s diaper. Hope that 12 hour diapers really mean 16.
go to doctor (hear about how my heart thing is no laughing matter, yada, yada)
text the babysitter a whole bunch about the shoes we forgot.
get ready for babysitter to meet us at Heather’s.
start to worry I effed something up while PJ tries to get into EVERYTHING in Heather’s house (sorry Heather).
no word, scroll up in texts, realize I booked her for Thursday
…. internal swearing, call Trax to laugh/cry about what a dumbass I am
throw (a very crabby) PJ in the car to go find consignment store shoes, listen to Elmo’s Song for the 7th time that day.
get PJ dressed for the day (finally) and head downtown to get lunch with Owen.
get enormous coffee, and drive back to Tacoma while listening to classical Christmas music (toddler-screamed request).
circle 5 mile drive while PJ naps.
go to the zoo in the rain. Try to get PJ to stay in the tropical fish section as long as possible.
run to store for frozen pizza, because I realized I did nothing about feeding the humans.
Owen gets home via bus/uber… to a sad pizza for dinner #wifewin
head out to run 8 soggy miles alone in the dark. At .25 I say just do 6. I end up with 7.75 and head in to give PJ a kiss before she goes to bed.
Shower and go “into the office”
Even typing it, it’s not that bad! But I feel like everyday this week has just been one beat off rhythm. One pair of shoes, one day, one mile off. Maybe I just need a nap? Or another 3 cups of coffee.