Today ......

I had a plan.

I was fooling myself.

My plan:

Eat nothing but protein smoothies all day long.  Drop all kids off at various schools.   Run three errands. Return home to accomplish some long overdue cleaning.  Work out with the stretcher.  Shower and dress.  Enjoy a protein smoothie.  Make my way to the art center to leisurely finalize a print of this awesome black and white shot I started working on Monday.  Pick up Josh, enjoy the boys for an hour or so before dropping Josh off at his theater class, shop, pick him back up, pajama time (my favorite time) cook, have a leisurely dinner.  Relax.

Reality:

Ask Josh to take call from stretcher when cell phone rings while driving him to his school.  Agree to workout two hours early.  Rush through the three chores, run home for a protein smoothie.  Throw trash bag full of melted vegetables onto the pile of trash that hasn't been picked up for a week and a half.  Whip up a big smoothie, gag a little when I taste it, stash half in the fridge for later.  Wonder what part of my smoothie tastes so awful, hope it isn't a deadly antibiotic resistant strain of bacteria. Speed to posh club only three minutes late, but on route I  pull over in front of trash truck to beg the trash guys to return to my home and pick up the trash because we are trying to call the office to get the bill so we can pay.  End up almost 15 minutes late for stretcher.  Work out hard. (Yay) dash to locker room to discover that there are 5 new messages on my cell phone.  One is a neighbor who is in ER with her son and needs me to walk her dog another is a teacher who can not manage to get the photos that I emailed her last night printed.  There goes the printing at the art center.   Shit.  Shower and return home to speed walk bear bait and the neighbor dog around the block.  ( It's almost a mile around the block, I was good to them!) Go for second half of smoothie.  Open fridge and watch as glass blender falls to the floor in front of my feet sending shards of glass into my tender tootsies.  Shit.  Stumble to the bathroom, pull two pieces  straight out of my foot and apply direct pressure to stop the bleeding from the gash on the side of the ball of my foot.  Try to apply band aid as if it is a butterfly bandage, pulling the two flaps of skin together, I slip my sneakers back on, quickly make a CD of those pesky photos and limp off to CVS. At CVS a very nice lady walks me through the process after warning me of the almost $200 cost of printing 27  8 X 10 prints.  I say, suck it up, let's print.  So I print, and then the cashier only charges me $115 and on top of that there is a half off sale happening so I only pay $56 something for the prints and I leave CVS smiling ear to ear and limping on a cloud because I saved serious money.   Then I drive straight to the HS to give the teacher the prints and she isn't even around.  I pick up Josh, return home for a few minutes, drive him to theater class only to discover it has been cancelled.  But Josh's teacher really wants Josh to come see her performance tonight at 8 o'clock.  I shlep him to grocery shop and then to drop off a check for Evan's football dinner.  On the way home I see that there are students milling about the auditorium hallway, so I pull in to find Matt and offer him a ride home too.  I come home, I cook dinner, eat real food, and then instead of collapsing on the couch in my cuddly pajamas I am going to slip my aching foot back into some shoes, and take Josh to see his teacher's play.

Comments

[Greta]

Aaaaah..life. It never goes quite the way we hope it will..so why do we even fool ourselves with plans? LOL I hope your foot heals. OW!

[The Editor]

Life in the burbs...sooner than you expect the kids will be gone and you will have all the time in the world for yourself. Then you will actually miss this hectic pace. On the other hand, if you weren't being such a dedicated mother, you would have lots of time and, probably, even more guilt.

As for planning, think about this comment from the Dalai Lama while on a bumpy plane flight,
"...so I reflected on the knowledge that if my karma meant that I had to die, then I simply had to die, and if not, the next morning I would be in South Africa. I felt better. The difference was in my outlook."

You did a lot of good things for a lot of people yesterday and a couple of good things for you. All in all, a good day.

Hope your foot is OK.