>You can thank me later about the many times I started this blog post only to realize that the extremely long intro about the thousand things that were stressing me out yesterday and the many different plans I came up with to deal with them were actually quite boring and made me look crazy.
Suffice it to say, I felt stressed, and instead of taking the dumb, complicated, stressful path through my evening, I decided to take the easy, simple, stress free way. This is pretty much a first for me. In fact, I was recently reading Glamour magazines tips on not being a stressed out working mother and one of them was to embrace the chaos. So I was trying to embrace chaos while simultaneously not creating more chaos when things got chaotic yesterday.
Baseball season is upon us, and Dave picked up Luke for practice and the game. I figured I had time to pick up Jack, go to the library, pick up a few things at the grocery store and make it in time for the first pitch. (And yes, this was the simple version of my evening.)
Jack was adorable at the library. A mom to a teenager was just looking at Jack and I with fond memories spilling out of her smile and all over the books. We picked up my two books, and Jack picked out two books for himself. We checked out, got in the car, I handed Jack one of the books, then headed to the grocery store on the other side of the divided road. There was a loud noise, and Jack said, “What dat noise?” He doesn’t like loud noises. I said, “It’s just that water bottle rolling around in the back of the car.”
Jack: Nope. Dem books.
Me: No, water bottle.
Me: Did you drop your book honey?
Me: THE BOOKS WERE ON TOP OF THE CAR! Did you see them fall off?
Then I tried to figure out what to do. Make a u-turn, then another u-turn to get back to where it happened? How long will that take? Pull over right here? Nowhere to park! Pull over on this side street? Too late I am about to make a u-turn! The books! Pull over, and park! Go back! MY god! U-turn!
I finally decided my best option was to just part at the next side street and walk back. This was dumb, because if I had driven back via the 2 u-turns, I could have parked at the library, and the books would have been in the street right in front of the parking lot. Instead I had to walk/run two frantic blocks with Jack on my hip. As we got closer, I could see the books repeatedly getting run over. But they seemed fine when the traffic cleared and we picked them up. Both of them. Of course, there were three missing books. So on the walk back, there was a lot of, “We lost one book? It gone? It on toppa car still? It gone?”
The third book was still on top of the car. I guess all the frantic swerving I did while trying to decide which way to go kept it sort of centered.
We got in the car and headed to the grocery and I took some cleansing breaths. Jack didn’t like the sound of that. He said, “You scared to me.” Which either means I was scaring him, or I am scared of him, or I sounded scared to him.”
We finally made it to baseball about half an hour into an hour game, and I got to see Luke play catcher and make a nice hit before Jack and I needed to head to the playground. I also got to enjoy a delicious glass of wine from a plastic cup, which I then stashed in my purse pocket. While I socialized with the other moms I tried to share the Glamour tidbit about embracing the chaos. This question was asked: HOW? I’ll need to go back to the article, but I don’t think it said how.
Jack and I were “driving” at the top of the playground structure when the cup fell out of my purse and all the way to the ground. Jack said, “Momma! Why you pourin’ your wine out on the ground?” Maybe you heard him, he said it really loudly.
I may have made a lot of mistakes yesterday, but spilling wine was not one of them. Maybe that’s how it’s done. Embracing chaos: One plastic cup of wine at a time.