Losing My Mind

We had to get up at 5am so that my daughter could take a 6am bus with the rest of her track team to go to the Penn Relays in Philadelphia. So I am left here to contemplate my life, and try to figure out why I am losing my mind.

Here is what I did yesterday:

5:30am: Stumble out of bed when the cat wails at the bedroom door. My husband sleeps (snores, actually) through the whole thing.


6:10am: Stumble out of bed when the alarm goes off. My husband sleeps (snores, actually) through the whole thing.


7:00am: Cut and plate three batches of brownies for my daughter to bring to school for her friends' birthdays. (She made them the night before.)


7:05am: Drive daughter to school.


7:30am: Wake snoring husband. Actually, I lie. He was already awake and awaiting my return to say good morning. Cat, sensing an opportunity for some head rubbing, jumps up on bed. She is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, having slept from 5:35am till now.


8:20am: Drive brownies to school. That's right -- my daughter can't lug three plates of brownies through her morning. Right about now, I am beginning to question my sanity.


8:30am: Take a few pictures of town, for potential blog post.


9:00am: Check email. Send some emails for travel soccer. I'm the team manager. Remember this, as it will be important later in the day.



10:00am: Do several loads of wash. Decide to start cleaning out "guest room." First order of business -- go to Home Depot to buy storage unit for many deck furniture cushions that currently reside in guest room.



12:00pm: Put together storage unit and lug cushions out to store them. Start cleaning out guest room (and I use that term loosely -- it's really more of a junk room). This may take awhile.

2:00pm: Take a break to fold laundry. Cannot put daughter's laundry away, due to the fact that her room looks like a bomb went off in an American Eagle store. Decide something needs to be done about this.

3:30pm: Do more laundry. Go to Drug Fair to buy plastic bins to help help sort the clothes in daughter's room. Yes, it really is that bad.

4:30pm: Start sorting clothes. This may take awhile.

5:20pm: Receive call from daughter. She is ready to be transported from track practice to soccer practice. Soccer practice begins at 5:30pm. She has promised a friend a ride home which will make her even more late. Am told to pick them up at lower entrance to track.

5:30pm: Drive right past lower entrance to track. Have to turn around and backtrack. This takes an additional 5 minutes.

5:40pm: Daughter has forgotten shin guards. Must stop at home to pick them up.

5:50pm: Drop friend off at inconveniently far distance from soccer field.

6:05pm: Arrive at soccer field. Realize that we are at the wrong field. Have inadvertently driven to Friday's practice field. I am the team manager -- I'm supposed to remember these things.

6:20pm: Arrive at correct field. Practice is over at 7:00pm.

6:30pm: Drive out of my way to go to supermarket which I have passed at least four times today, to get something to make for dinner.


This is the story of my life. So tell me -- am I losing my mind?

No, don't answer that.