Get this.
I finally had a relatively 'un'busy weekend.
I am overjoyed at the free time that I found myself with. I did minimal work. Enjoyed the weather. Cleaned my upstairs bathroom Friday night at 11:30pm. (Less to do in the morning...) I walked outside both days with my sister. I had coffee with my other sister and her husband and boys. Made a semi-sort-of-decent dinner for Sunday dinner... (I suck at cooking.) I even made time to watch a movie! Do you know how long its been since I sat down and did nothing?
Did I mention that I cleaned out the laundry room, wiped down the washer and dryer, washed all the floors upstairs and the hallway downstairs? I even hauled stuff away to the Sally-Ann...
Wow, can you say PRODUCTIVE? If you only knew how far behind in my 'home-work' I'd been! I even found time to fool around with my husband...
Holy cow! I feel like Superwoman.
But get this...
Mid-Sunday afternoon, I give in to her whine and agree to take my 5 year old with me while I get groceries for the school week.
I tell my husband, 'I am leaving now,' he says, 'Don't forget the gravy!' 'You bet!' I say, thinking, 'Who are you telling me to remember the gravy? Don't you worry about me, you just worry about you... I know what I am doing... I run a magazine you know, big boy.'
My littlest one is fairly helpful, pushing the cart and recommending items for purchase. (I only had to put back sweet peppers, 2 packages of organic corn on the cob and some kind of instant mousse at the checkout.)
The whoooole time we're at the store, I am praising myself for a weekend's worth of work accomplished (in my head, of course) And I am planning my upcoming work week.
And I am talking to myself, muttering... 'swimming this week, make sure the swimsuits are gathered up', 'meeting Tuesday morning, lunch appointment Tuesday noon,' buy luncheon meat...', 'send an email to so-and-so....'
Soon I am making my way through the check-out, Gabriele has made out okay - she asked for a pack of Hubba Bubba gum and I relented which means I won't hear from her until we get home... she can't possibly talk with a mouth that full...
I pay the bill.
Holy snort! 'That adds up fast!' I think as I walk out the store door and glide across the parking lot, 'come here Gabe, stay with mom.'
I unlock the van.
'Man!' I think to myself while saying outloud, "Get in and do up your belt Gabe!" all the while still sputtering off in my own head, 'feeding your family a great selection of healthy food is not cheap!'
I load the groceries into the van and continue to discuss things with myself while I do up Gabe's belt and remind her not to choke on her wad of slobbery pink gum...
I zip the cart back to the stall and park it, removing my loonie very carefully so as not to drop it in the snow, cause I hate the thought of all that dirty sticky snow. 'Boy,' I think to myself' money really is so dirty, germs galore!'
As I climb into the driver's seat, checking my mirrors, double checking Gabe's belt, re-checking the time, thinking, 'Dinner is at 5:30, did I get what I need? Did I remember the fabric softener?' Did I buy celery? Check.'
As I sit there, stewing, thinking, organzing, doublechecking... I realize that my key won't work in the ignition. It just won't fit. What the...
Then I realize that I have my loonie half jammed into the ignition.
DUH.
I need to work harder at being focused.
Present in the moment.
Pay attention.
And guess what I forgot?
The gravy.
I finally had a relatively 'un'busy weekend.
I am overjoyed at the free time that I found myself with. I did minimal work. Enjoyed the weather. Cleaned my upstairs bathroom Friday night at 11:30pm. (Less to do in the morning...) I walked outside both days with my sister. I had coffee with my other sister and her husband and boys. Made a semi-sort-of-decent dinner for Sunday dinner... (I suck at cooking.) I even made time to watch a movie! Do you know how long its been since I sat down and did nothing?
Did I mention that I cleaned out the laundry room, wiped down the washer and dryer, washed all the floors upstairs and the hallway downstairs? I even hauled stuff away to the Sally-Ann...
Wow, can you say PRODUCTIVE? If you only knew how far behind in my 'home-work' I'd been! I even found time to fool around with my husband...
Holy cow! I feel like Superwoman.
But get this...
Mid-Sunday afternoon, I give in to her whine and agree to take my 5 year old with me while I get groceries for the school week.
I tell my husband, 'I am leaving now,' he says, 'Don't forget the gravy!' 'You bet!' I say, thinking, 'Who are you telling me to remember the gravy? Don't you worry about me, you just worry about you... I know what I am doing... I run a magazine you know, big boy.'
My littlest one is fairly helpful, pushing the cart and recommending items for purchase. (I only had to put back sweet peppers, 2 packages of organic corn on the cob and some kind of instant mousse at the checkout.)
The whoooole time we're at the store, I am praising myself for a weekend's worth of work accomplished (in my head, of course) And I am planning my upcoming work week.
And I am talking to myself, muttering... 'swimming this week, make sure the swimsuits are gathered up', 'meeting Tuesday morning, lunch appointment Tuesday noon,' buy luncheon meat...', 'send an email to so-and-so....'
Soon I am making my way through the check-out, Gabriele has made out okay - she asked for a pack of Hubba Bubba gum and I relented which means I won't hear from her until we get home... she can't possibly talk with a mouth that full...
I pay the bill.
Holy snort! 'That adds up fast!' I think as I walk out the store door and glide across the parking lot, 'come here Gabe, stay with mom.'
I unlock the van.
'Man!' I think to myself while saying outloud, "Get in and do up your belt Gabe!" all the while still sputtering off in my own head, 'feeding your family a great selection of healthy food is not cheap!'
I load the groceries into the van and continue to discuss things with myself while I do up Gabe's belt and remind her not to choke on her wad of slobbery pink gum...
I zip the cart back to the stall and park it, removing my loonie very carefully so as not to drop it in the snow, cause I hate the thought of all that dirty sticky snow. 'Boy,' I think to myself' money really is so dirty, germs galore!'
As I climb into the driver's seat, checking my mirrors, double checking Gabe's belt, re-checking the time, thinking, 'Dinner is at 5:30, did I get what I need? Did I remember the fabric softener?' Did I buy celery? Check.'
As I sit there, stewing, thinking, organzing, doublechecking... I realize that my key won't work in the ignition. It just won't fit. What the...
Then I realize that I have my loonie half jammed into the ignition.
DUH.
I need to work harder at being focused.
Present in the moment.
Pay attention.
And guess what I forgot?
The gravy.