On Wednesday (a few weeks ago) I got my haircut at 3:00. Trying something new - more on that later. I was with a new hair stylist. And, yes - I did feel like I was cheating on my regular stylist. Revisiting this topic soon.
I felt like the appointment was running long, so I moved the drape-thingy to look at my watch. Holy crap, it was after 4. I had to pick Curly up at 4:45 at b-ball and race to dancing. Her basketball practice was almost 30 minutes from home and I was 10 minutes in the opposite direction. This practice is not to be confused with basketball camp or the OTHER team she plays basketball for and their practice schedule. I wanted to focus on the products being recommended but my mind was whirling.
|Sidewalk chalk by Mini while entertaining |
Wilhlem. Above is Tank's gold grad sign
AFTER it was returned post tornado.
Translation: I watch him when either girl has a conflict like basketball camp/practice.
So, I scheduled my haircut knowing that Curly would be at practice, but Coach would be home to watch Wilhelm. I hate this constant mindset: is someone home or will I have a carseat to take him places. Exhausting.
Good news: after 3 weeks of basketball camp - it's over. My girls can haul their butts out of bed and be ready for the tot while I'm free to go for a run without worrying that I won't be back in time.
Back to me leaving the haircut . . . I called Coach in a panic. Curly doesn't have a phone. I couldn't tell her I was running late. I needed to stop at home and grab her dance bag that she packed in advance. I asked Coach to put dinner in a thermos for her. I ran in, grabbed bag/thermos, and bolted. "If you weren't here watching Wilhelm, I would've told you to go get her yourself so we weren't late," I spouted my frustration with having a 2.5 year old to worry about over my shoulder. Coach looked confused. I thought: MEN.
At a stop light around the corner, I looked at my GPS. How much later would I be now that I'd stopped at home? 4:59.
Dear God. I hated to think her coach would be inconvenienced waiting for me to arrive. I was going to be almost 15 minutes late.
Or. Was I? Wait. Hmm. 4:59, as in almost 5:00. Dancing starts at 6:30. Why am I racing? Why is there such a large gap between dancing and basketball? That's not right. Oh. Shit.
Basketball practice ends at 5:45 NOT 4:45.
I drove in a loop and returned home. Entering the house Coach and Ed stood side by side looking concerned. Rightfully so. I've lost my mind.
Coach: I THOUGHT THAT DIDN'T SOUND RIGHT, BUT I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.
Of course he wouldn't say anything, because one of us (not him) knows the schedule PERFECTLY. Or not.
I temporarily lost an hour. Tell me I'm not alone.