Delicate Balance

I live my life in a delicate balance. Most days I can almost manage to handle all of my responsibilities without forgetting a kid on the side of the road or driving off with my purse on the roof of my car, but it’s touch and go. One little extra thing thrown unexpectedly into the mix could cause the whole construction to collapse.

So I’m heavily scheduled this week.ย  It’s the week before Riley’s birthday. It’s also the week before Conor’s big preschool fundraiser. Today I needed to help set up for the fundraiser and take care of all the things that need to be handled before Riley’s birthday and pending slumber party. Like moving her out of the room she shares with her brother and into the playroom. And then figuring out what to do with the playroom. And giggling 8-year-old girls. And a 4-year-old boy who is tired of being ignored by giggling 8-year-old girls.

My To Do List read:

  1. Tie Tulle To 144 Folding Chairs
  2. Play Musical Bedrooms
  3. Handle Slumber Party Bidness
  4. Everything Else (drop offs, pick ups, homework, meals, baths, creating world peace, etc.)

Then I started my period. With a vengeance. Crap! But I’m 42 years old, I can function while hemorrhaging.

So I altered my To Do List slightly:

  1. Menstruate
  2. Tie Tulle To 144 Folding Chairs
  3. Play Musical Bedrooms
  4. Handle Slumber Party Bidness
  5. Everything Else (drop offs, pick ups, homework, meals, baths, creating world peace, etc.)

Only I forgot to put Conor in a Pull Up last night before bed.

This shouldn’t have been a big deal since he’s been such a rock star about waking up in the middle of the night to go potty on his own. However, when Riley stumbled into the kitchen this morning, complaining that their bedroom smelled so foul that she had to hold her breath, I knew that Conor had gone from rock star to Keith Richards and just urinated right where he’d passed out. He was very thorough. Their bedroom smelled like the stairwell of a parking garage in downtown Detroit.

My bad.

I revised my To Do List.

  1. Clean Everything in a 10 Mile Radius.
  2. Menstruate
  3. Tie Tulle To 144 Folding Chairs
  4. Play Musical Bedrooms
  5. Handle Slumber Party Bidness
  6. Everything Else (blah, blah, blah)

Then Hubs called with a directive, which went a little something like this.

Get your iPhone and activate the Find My Phone application. It’s free. Or not, but you should pay whatever it costs. It’s probably right there under your nose. Or not, but do not rest until you’ve found it. Do this immediately. It’s imperative. Because, (and this is important, so pay attention) if you are robbed of your phone or worse, kidnapped by Mexican drug lords, who remove your battery so that it can’t be traced, the Find My Phone application will enable you and your phone to be traced and found before you both suffocate in the trunk of a car buried in a landfill. Laundry, furniture and even menstruation can wait, but oxygen is crucial. Your brain will die without oxygen! Do it now! Only you can save your and/or your phone’s lives!

I've got to admit that I look cuter suffocating in the trunk of a car than I expected.

I couldn’t argue with him because he was right. My brain would die without oxygen. And so I had to change my To Do List again.


By the way, I think I left one of the kids on the side of the road and my purse on top of my car, so if anyone sees them, please return them to me, okay? Thanks.

**Addendum: I stopped for gas, but they couldn’t process my debit card because they were unable to reach their satellite. If they had activated the Find My Satellite application, they wouldn’t have had that problem. For all they knew, their satellite was suffocating in the trunk of a buried car. People need to listen to Hubs.

15 thoughts on “Delicate Balance

  1. Deb J says:

    Brilliant. I have no other words for this post. Although totally unlike my day, it still manages to perfectly capture the way my days often feel.

  2. Erisa says:

    I also have find my phone. It also happens to be very handy at finding my phone. I too tend to leave things on the tops of vehicles, or underneath mass piles of laundry. Very handy.

  3. Bird says:

    I’m having a foul day..and yet, you can STILL make me laugh my butt off!! This is so cute, and I could totally relate!! I love that menstruating had to be put on the have no idea how much work that really is!!

  4. Kathy V. says:

    I found a four year old boy on the side of the road just now, clutching a women’s purse full of tampons. I gave him a beer and continued on my way.

  5. Helen says:

    The past couple of months have been an on and off suckfest. Thank you for being a bright spot for me. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ve said it before, and it bears repeating: I heart you.

  6. I actually did forget my youngest a couple of years ago. At the pool. Could I have picked a worse place? Luckily a friend was still there so she took over mothering my child. I still get visitation, so that’s cool.

    Downloading the “find my phone” app for sure. Great tip and great post@!

    • LMAO. I suppose on top of the car would’ve been worse, especially after you hit the freeway.

      Download that app and I’ll come dig you out of that buried car with my own hands. Or maybe I’ll just help Hubs, because he’ll get you out quicker. But I’ll brush the dirt from your hair.

  7. Courtney says:

    Love the urgency of hubs’ phone call. Cracked me up!

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