When I was working I was able to handle most things thrown my way; this crashed, that failed, this was moved, the deadline wasn’t met, etc, etc. Yep, if the first plan didn’t work I used plan B, C, and even had a plan D in my back pocket. Not being able to manage was not an option, and with that I would say things always ran smoothly.
Fast forward five years later…
I have been running a small Cold and Flu Recovery Unit here right out of my family room. Yup, we have the 2013 mystery virus living in our house for exactly one month…. ONE MONTH! You can tell by the house looking like someone dropped a bomb from above that evenly distributed itself in each room upstairs and downstairs. The kitchen looks like a TLC episode of Hoarders, with medications and thermometers on every counter and table, and Star Wars dangly things still hanging from the ceiling from TWO WEEKS AGO, Big T’s birthday party. My bedroom has turned itself into a temporary laundry mat, where Award Winning Dad so desperate for a clean pair of socks started to “match” miscellaneous socks together. Oh and that slight smell of burning wires is the TV that has been running movie after movie for exactly 600 hours. There’s a vomit stain I’ve been meaning to get to, I have 56 unanswered email, and the plan I had in place to wean The Boss Man off my ta ta’s and out of my bed has taken about 1305 steps backward.
Let me not exaggerate the situation, it’s not like all of us were sick at the same time, it’s just that each of us takes a turn and then so graciously shares it. I did try to ship healthy kids off to school only to have them call me a few hours later with fever warnings. Award Winning Dad and I end every night with a plan in place to share the “night duty” (kids who are up sick), I’ll do the first half, he’ll wake up at 3am and do the second half. To top it all off, Award Winning Dad’s birthday party and our plans to go away and see family for Thanksgiving both had to be cancelled.
Yup, no plan here except a miracle. Nothing running smoothly except my washer. Not being able to manage… if I was working I am thinking I’d be fired by now.