What Else Can Happen….?
This morning I open my e-mail and I have 1722 mails. 1721 of them are old ones being re-sent to me by Outlook which has, apparently, gone berzerk.
The bathroom above my kitchen is leaking.
My daughter had two teeth pulled and doesn’t want to go to school.
I have to drop off an assessment at a Special Ed program across town and I’m just about to go into a long meeting.
I have an appointment at the doctors to talk about ADHD with my daughter at 5:30 and I’m supposed to do carpool for my other daughter’s lacrosse practice at 6:00.
We’re going to be on TV again next week and I have roots. (I even feel guilty about writing that one down, it seems so vain in light of everything else). Speaking of hair, did I mention one child of mine had lice last week and I became intimately acquainted with the art of de-lousing? Now that was a learning experience.
I don’t know… I could actually go on some more if I didn’t feel like you are all already yawning and saying to yourselves, so what’s new?
On the way to school this morning, Greta (12) gives me a worried sideways glance as I veer into the bushes while making a turn because I’ve noticed that my iPhone is suddenly busy trying to download 1722 e-mails.
She says, “Mami?”
“Oops. Yes, honey?” I answer, looking up and swerving out of the way of a tree behind those bushes.
“Maybe YOU need a time out.” She’s not being cute. She’s being serious. She’s worried about my sanity.
I got tears in my eyes.