Don’tCha Hate It When…
I get up this morning and begin, what is now, my typical crazy day: shower, hair, wake kids up, get them to school, run home, apply some make up, gather computer, run to (can’t tell you where right now but I will), return home, work on other radio/work stuff, pick kids up from school, work out with the hubby (if I have time), eat dinner, go to bed only to sometimes get up a few hours later and pull an overnight shift. The overnight shifts are from 12 midnight to 6am on weekdays and this week I’m taking another reporter’s Thursday and Friday shifts. (Remember that point.)
Well, somewhere in the midst of this morning, my brain short-circuited.
While running to drop the kids off at school, I told my 5-year-old, Q-man that he didn’t go to his after-school program today (he goes Monday through Wednesday after class) and that I would pick him up right after class. In my head that was today’s schedule, 100%.
I finish up at (can’t tell you where right now but I will), and leave there around 11am. I had to make a pit stop (not one of my own) and try to get back to pick Q-man up by 11:20; the time class ends. Unfortunately, I was late (BAD MOM!) and the after-school program leaders took him with them after class ended. When I arrived, I notice the Head of the program is on the phone and already know he’s calling me. He looks up, sees me and hangs up. the Head then proceeds to tell me that Q-man threw a comPLETE fit when they tried to take him to the after-school program today. He told them he wasn’t supposed to go today and pretty much pulled himself into a corner and they had to, yes, DRAG him out of the classroom. Poor kid and POOR PROGRAM LEADERS!!
After apologizing to the Head of the program AND Q-Man for being late we head home. While driving I had the most horrible realization that I was supposed to have worked the overnight shift THIS morning and FORGOT!!! My stomach sank, I felt sick, Q-Man is in the back seat telling me how he’s mad at me and I’m feeling completely lost and overwhelmed.
I get home, call my boss, leave a voice-mail message apologizing up and down how I couldn’t believe I would forget to go to work this morning (I’ve NEVER done that!) and then return a call to the hubby. I’m almost in tears explaining everything above and he says….
“Today is Wednesday.”