I almost ran a red light, it if wasn’t for an oncoming city bus horn and other random horns behind me that snapped me out of my…my…To Do list. Yep, that’s right, I imagine you’re thinking I was texting, talking on the phone, slightly drunk in the middle of the day, or in a micro sleep. But no, I was thinking… thinking really hard about my To Do list.
Yes, officer I have a lot of things on my mind none of which involve following the correct rules of the road and because of my insanely large To Do list I am unable to properly operate a motor vehicle.
Okay, I wasn’t pulled over, nor was anyone hurt… just what hell? It’s a bit scary when I think about it, all the things floating around in my head put me into auto pilot. I have literally thrown my hands up with the boy’s piano recital; I don’t even know what songs they are playing, Lil J will be wearing dress shoes one size too small, and I have still not figured out the recital location. From someone who is hyper prepared for everything, this is the equivalent of walking a tight rope over the Grand Canyon.
I forgot the admin assistant’s birthday. We have never missed her birthday. I just realized this a week ago. Her birthday was on October 25th. Seriously, I couldn’t make that up if I tried. I sat there for at least ten minutes in disbelief after realizing it hoping I would wake up from this dream. Then I entered my symptoms into Web MD and I’m somewhere between early onset dementia and a heart attack.
The truth is I am freakin’ tired as hell from this summer. Yes, that’s right this summer. I am stuck somewhere in between open houses from our house that is Still. Up. For. Sale., unpacked boxes in my dining room, some side projects, all the kids school stuff, and the c.o.n.s.t.a.n.t hum of my washer and dryer. I’m watching everyone buzz around me, but feel like I am moving in slow motion. This is not the pace I work at, this is not me. My husband just trucks along like normal, my kids would never know anything is wrong.
The icing on the cake is Christmas. I mean let’s face it, Christmas is a mom’s year long project that resets itself on December 26th. From the gifts, to decorations, to food and who is doing what, when and where… isn’t this supposed to be fun?
Phew, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, take this as warning mom’s DO NOT THINK AND DRIVE.