When a day seems to good to be true, it might just be.
This morning the children and I had a leisurely time, listening to Christmas music and decorating the tree before we left at 9:45 to drop P off at his weekly Speech, Occupational and Physical Therapy.
K, R & I returned home and I started making some crock pot chili. My phone rang and I noticed a familiar number on the caller ID. Oh no, I forgot about our lunch playdate today! As she & I were talking I realized I had not glanced at my calendar yet. I opened it to find that we had dentist appointments at 9:20, 9:40 and 10:00. I glanced at the clock...it was 10:25.
And therapy? I had actually changed P's appointment to 11:00 today so we could make it to the dentist! Because I had K & R with me when I dropped him off, I literally walked him in the building, handed him to a therapist he sees and walked out. I left him there...an hour early!
Surely they would have called me...Wait. Where is my cell phone anyway? (Answer: On silent/vibrate mode in my coat pocket in the car.)
Thirty minutes later I have called all offended parties to make amends. I feel foolish, my pride in others' perception that I 'have it together' is bruised, but my children are playing happily, the chili is starting to smell really good and our tree is decorated.
Now I can get back to my "regularly scheduled" day.
EDITED TO ADD: The day got better, only to get worse. I will spare you all the gory details since I offended some folks the last time I shared a public poop dropping incident...but it happened again. At the mall. Only to make things worse this time, I had loud three and a half year olds providing play by play commentary as I cleaned up the mess and tried to rush them through a department store to a potty to finish.
Thank you, God, for the ability to laugh and for endless lessons in humility. Motherhood is truly the great equalizer.