Monday, November 11, 2013

The Day I Thought I Could Do It All.

So today was one of those days that I was feeling good. Friends, I had it. That supermom magic. The kitchen was cleaned this morning, stove scrubbed, floor vacuumed. I made a fresh lunch of spaghetti squash chock full of veggies. Played outside for some quality time with the boy. Had butternut squash roasting in the oven, homemade potpourri steaming on the stove, and some spirited tunes from the Anthropologie station filling the air. It was heavenly. And then, in the miracle of all miracles, I had an hour to myself as Peyton took Declan on his errands, and ya know what I did?! I cleaned like a banshee. I'm telling you- I.WAS.ON. Vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing toilets and sinks. Working on dinner in between these cosmic events. And then my phone rang.

"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

13 comments:

  1. Shoot, sister... 25 minutes late IS my "on-time"! Your day was still worthy of super hero status in my book. And squash spaghetti?! Why do I not know about this heavenly sounding creation!?

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  2. Oh maaaaaaaaan! I must say, though, you were still pretty on it all day-forgotten babysitting gig or not! It happens to all of us--and not all of us could blame pregnancy brain. Whip that one out now and again--you have the excuse :-)

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  3. Kudos for picking up the phone when you don't know the number! I NEVER do that. Don't be too hard on yourself, you are supermom/wife/housewife all rolled into one. Impressive!

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    1. At least yesterday I was! I guess just adding a paying job to that didn't work out well... And that do it all-ness was rare. I should make that much clear. :)

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  4. Ahh! That is the worst. And I am so impressed you answered the phone. Lol. I wouldn't have answered if I didn't know the number! Maybe I can definitely learn a lesson from you! haha. At least you came home to a clean house. lol

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  5. ahhhh, we all have those days! I am also impressed you answered the phone too^ if i didn't recognize the number. it's a good thing you did though!!

    Emmett - Hippie Lace

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  6. Christina....
    I have long-ago learned--and I'm not a mother--that you cannot possibly "do it all". Because. No matter how hard you try. There is always, always. always going to be something which falls off the balance beam of life. {My phrase!!} Balls on the floor, if you will.... ;)
    --Raelyn

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  7. Oh, I hate when that happens! When you completely forget and feel so awesome about yourself? Ha, fail!

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  8. This happens to me more than I care to admit. Last minute realization and panic about the things I'm forgetting and where I am "supposed" to be. No worries, Supermom. You're still amazing.

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  9. Oh my goodness, I hate when this happens. Why does the brain just forget such things! I think you're still super mom!

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  10. Just blame pregnancy brain. I've never even been pregnant but I would totally accept that as a legitimate excuse. One time I found ice cream in the refrigerator at my pregnant friends house, so yea, pregnancy brain. We'll let this slide ;-)

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