After I started a new job in January, life became truly crazy. I've always been one to spin several plates at once, but lately, those plates have come crashing down. I've probably reached the point where I can't keep plates spinning effectively anymore.
Earlier in the week I forgot that I had set three appointments at the dentist for myself and two of the kids. I had reminded myself the night before. It wasn't until I slipped into bed that night that I remembered.
Yesterday, my daughter needed a pie for her PI Eating contest at school. "I'll bring it around eleven," I told her. The contest was at two.
At 2:15, I glanced at my phone and saw a text from my daughter. "Umm, Mom, did you forget to bring in my pie? We are starting in 15-20 minutes."
She sent the text at 1:45.
There went another plate crashing to the floor.
Fortunately, the school had two extra pies and she was able to compete in the contest. When she arrived home, she wasn't mad at me. (Whew). She had some other great news: She won the PI contest--not the pie eating one, but the PI recitation contest. She was able to memorize and recite 109 numbers of PI on stage in front of her peers. She won a ribbon and the honor of having her name etched in a plaque that will forever be on the halls of her middle school.
But that guilt of forgetting my daughter's pie-- ouch. Mommy guilt.
I think I'll have some pie to console myself.
