I know, I know. Some of you are operating under the delusion that I have my act together. Let me quickly dispel that notion.
I made a discovery today, are you ready?
Today is TUESDAY. Yes, that's right, it's TUESDAY. The day following Monday, which was a holiday.
So, though it may feel like Monday, trust me, it is indeed TUESDAY.
And, if it makes you feel better, know that I came to that brilliant conclusion exactly 10 minutes before we were expected to meet with the D/HoH teacher, while I was calmly meandering downstairs, considering our plans for lunch. Which ended up involving a drive-through with a Big Yellow M above it, squeezed in between 1pm sign language and 2pm piano lesson, children eating in my van (normally forbidden), and me throwing out encouraging and edifying comments like, "If you'd just chew faster you could finish that second hamburger before we get to the top of the hill," and "Of course hamburgers are nutritious, they've got all the food groups in one tidy package," and "We'll just count ketchup as the vegetable," and "Don't be such a sissy about seat belts, we need Wyatt's music bag from the back of the van," and "No, I'm not speeding, it just feels like we're going faster because... because you're chewing."
Possibly I'm out of the running for "Mother of the Year."
Possibly.
But the good news is that I did remember to mention to Wyatt's piano teacher that the day she's chosen for the end-of-year recital just happens to be Gunnar's and my dad's birthdays. So whatever piece she'd like Wyatt to learn for the recital, we'd also like to add the birthday song, which he's already learned. She's all over it.
But Wyatt, being troublesome, then announced that the way he learned it (weeks ago) is much too babyish for an advanced pianist, such as himself. Because, you know, he's been taking lessons for all of four months. She gently explained to him that the more advanced version would require playing chords with his left hand while picking up his right hand and moving it about the keyboard, which may possibly be difficult to manage at this stage of the game.
He's contemplating that. But not happy.
I told him that I would photocopy the "baby" version from his book, and see if I could dress it up a bit, keeping it within his reach.
We shall see.
14 comments:
Don't feel alone - it took me a while to realize that today is Tues. also. We had company for dinner last night so that means it was a weekend........right? Not!! Anyway, just wanted you to know that you're not alone. YOU NEED TO WRITE A BOOK!!!
And spare us a thought!
In Australia it is Wednesday!
Hahaha, Ruby!
Yes, I love checking your blog and seeing posts dated "tomorrow", from my point of view!
Your "cheeky boys" just cracked me up.
That's funny,
I sent a guy an e-mail yesterday asking some questions, and he replied that he would look into it and try to get back with me today. He commented that Tuesday was his big day at work, so he might not get back with me right away. As I was reading your post, it dawned on me why I have not heard from him today. Today IS Tuesday, his "big day" at work. I had it in my head that he had one day before his "big day" and I might hear today.
Duh . . .
Craig
You're problem is that you actually take holidays off from school. If you were a mean mom-teacher like I, three-day holidays would just be regular ol' weekends. :-D
Hahaha! If we lived in the county on a dairy farm I could probably pull that off! But we get swarmed by the neighbor kids who are off school for the day.
Sometimes I wish we were more isolated... less distractions.
"it just feels like we're going faster because... because you're chewing."
Oh, yeah... that worked, didn't it?
:o)
I, also, forgot that it was Tuesday, so you're not alone.
~Squirrel
Well, I think they were so boggled by the whole scenario that they were happy just to go along with it for the sake of that fried food.
Maybe.
Somehow I missed Tuesday altogether, which, bundled with the holiday Monday, has me, right now, sitting here on Wednesday thinking 'huh?'
At least you still made it where you needed to be. I probably would have just called in a mental lockdown and skipped it all.
And there's some deep truth in the piano piece discussion...how often do we, with all of our years of life, tell our Eternal God how much better we know what to do than He does?
Doug
Well, it's good to know that someone else has moments like this. Still, disorganized or not, you sure do accomplish a lot.
Kristen,
I thank you for the vote of confidence :0)
Doug... that'll preach :0)
Lol! I still think you're in the running! At least you managed to remain calm. I'm going to have to try that "it's because you're chewing" line the next time we're running a little late and the kids are eating in MY van :0).
Oh, the funnies. I can totally see that scene unfolding in the van! Thanks for the laugh- and I agree. You need to write a book! Maybe titled "Ten Minutes from Normal." Haha.
Oh Leah, I'm always glad to bring joy to others... even at my own expense.
*eyes roll*
Actually "Ten Minutes From Normal" is already the name of a book by Karen Hughes, who worked with President Bush (W) on his campaign, and then in the State Department.
The title comes from a moment during the campaign, on a train somewhere in Illinois, when she heard the conductor say, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are ten minutes from Normal, ten minutes from Normal."
Somehow it seemed an apt description of our lives :0)
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