"Hello?" I didn't know this number. Probably a telemarketer.
"Christina? Hi! It's _______."
"Oh..." Go through catalogue of names in my head. Doesn't ring any bells, so probably a mom I had exchanged numbers with.
(Wait for clues to figure it out. Act enthusiastic.)
"Oh, Hi! How are you? I'm just cleaning the house with some spare baby free moments!"
(insert care free laugh)
"Oh... Great. Well, are we still on for tonight?"
And that's when I froze. Tonight. Tonight!? Who is this _____ person and why would we be on for ANYTHING on my cleaning frenzy night?
And then it dawned on me. My face fell. She clued me in alright. This friendly voice on the other line is that of the mother I was supposed to meet six minutes prior when I should have arrived at their house to do a little babysitting. A friend of another mother who I sometimes sit for, who also happens to be the only other person that I've ever forgotten I was scheduled for in my nine years of childcare.
So, needless to say, all that fluffing of my feathers about being a fantastic housewife and cook and cleaner all rolled into one?!
Right. Out. The. Window.
I think this is my sign to not do it all. Just stick to naps and cereal.
(I made it out the door in about three minutes and was 25 minutes late. And let me tell you, there is NOTHING I hate more then letting people down. Nothing, nothing, nothing. agh.)
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE