The night/morning after the first football game this year, Pumpkin woke-up around 3:00 am.
And thus I took notice that Chris was not home.
Had she not woken up, I likely would have never noticed.
Being the concerned wife that I am, my initial thought was he better not be out at a bar with the band staff. Nursing his Coke. On the rocks.
When I called him, he said he was at the Fine Arts Director’s house reviewing tape.
Tape of what, you say?
Tape of the HALF TIME SHOW.
They were analyzing and reworking the marching band show.
At 3:00 AM.
The next day we had “The Talk”. You know, the one where I say THAT IS WHAT CRAZY PEOPLE DO. And he says, Yes, I am now part of the crazy people.
Awesome.
For the past seven years, I’ve been working like a corporate crazy person in the fall. Which just means that when I’m up at 3:00 am working on some project, it’s not so much “crazy” as it stress that is preventing me from sleeping because holy smoly I could lose my job if we don’t meet this ridiculous fund raising goal and for the love I don’t even like this charity.
Also known as completely normal crazy and not absurd crazy like watching tape of a marching band.
Last week at work, I checked in on some schedules to see if things were falling into place for an annual event. One in which I have zippo to do with this year. In fact, I likely won’t even be there.
It’s on a Friday and I don’t work on Fridays.
I had a legit reason for asking about the schedule. I swear.
The email I got back started with this, “I cannot tell you how happy I am that you asked me about this…”
Took me about 4.6 seconds to realize there were some major holes happening. On what would have been my end. Now someone else’s end.
And then, my heart started pounding. In a flash, I had sent my own email attempting to get some things rolling and oh my heavens, FIX THIS MESS.
Someone who can help fix it without letting anyone know I am the one helping fix it is now the proud owner of a rather lengthy list of instructions and questions and considerations in an effort to not let what is usually a fabulous day become an absolute catastrophe.
So I can sleep.
Some.
But here’s the thing: The whole situation has got my corporate save the world one fabulous logistical step at a time juices flowing.
Well hello, Feeling Useful. Nice to see you again, Critical Thinking. Where have you been, Success? Can you stick around awhile, Needed?
I mean, I like it when Chris calls while he’s watching Pumpkin so I can go to some yard sales and says, “She can say Yo-yo!” And I get to say, I know.
I mean, that’s cool. I’m glad the hours of flashcards are paying off with such critical knowledge as “Yo-yo”.
(Oh chill out. I’m kidding. She’s a vocal sponge these days. You say it, she says it. It’s neat. Seriously!)
But honestly, there is very little I can compare to that feeling of planning a seamless day only to have the day completely changed at the last second and then a dozen other times as the day goes on and being able to make each change like it ain’t no big thang so everything appears to have gone… seamlessly.
Because nothing is seamless. Making it feel that way and appear that way to others is the success.
And then you come home completely exhausted but knowing you gave all you could.
THAT I miss.
And yes, I recognize how crazy that sounds.
And thus I took notice that Chris was not home.
Had she not woken up, I likely would have never noticed.
Being the concerned wife that I am, my initial thought was he better not be out at a bar with the band staff. Nursing his Coke. On the rocks.
When I called him, he said he was at the Fine Arts Director’s house reviewing tape.
Tape of what, you say?
Tape of the HALF TIME SHOW.
They were analyzing and reworking the marching band show.
At 3:00 AM.
The next day we had “The Talk”. You know, the one where I say THAT IS WHAT CRAZY PEOPLE DO. And he says, Yes, I am now part of the crazy people.
Awesome.
For the past seven years, I’ve been working like a corporate crazy person in the fall. Which just means that when I’m up at 3:00 am working on some project, it’s not so much “crazy” as it stress that is preventing me from sleeping because holy smoly I could lose my job if we don’t meet this ridiculous fund raising goal and for the love I don’t even like this charity.
Also known as completely normal crazy and not absurd crazy like watching tape of a marching band.
Last week at work, I checked in on some schedules to see if things were falling into place for an annual event. One in which I have zippo to do with this year. In fact, I likely won’t even be there.
It’s on a Friday and I don’t work on Fridays.
I had a legit reason for asking about the schedule. I swear.
The email I got back started with this, “I cannot tell you how happy I am that you asked me about this…”
Took me about 4.6 seconds to realize there were some major holes happening. On what would have been my end. Now someone else’s end.
And then, my heart started pounding. In a flash, I had sent my own email attempting to get some things rolling and oh my heavens, FIX THIS MESS.
Someone who can help fix it without letting anyone know I am the one helping fix it is now the proud owner of a rather lengthy list of instructions and questions and considerations in an effort to not let what is usually a fabulous day become an absolute catastrophe.
So I can sleep.
Some.
But here’s the thing: The whole situation has got my corporate save the world one fabulous logistical step at a time juices flowing.
Well hello, Feeling Useful. Nice to see you again, Critical Thinking. Where have you been, Success? Can you stick around awhile, Needed?
I mean, I like it when Chris calls while he’s watching Pumpkin so I can go to some yard sales and says, “She can say Yo-yo!” And I get to say, I know.
I mean, that’s cool. I’m glad the hours of flashcards are paying off with such critical knowledge as “Yo-yo”.
(Oh chill out. I’m kidding. She’s a vocal sponge these days. You say it, she says it. It’s neat. Seriously!)
But honestly, there is very little I can compare to that feeling of planning a seamless day only to have the day completely changed at the last second and then a dozen other times as the day goes on and being able to make each change like it ain’t no big thang so everything appears to have gone… seamlessly.
Because nothing is seamless. Making it feel that way and appear that way to others is the success.
And then you come home completely exhausted but knowing you gave all you could.
THAT I miss.
And yes, I recognize how crazy that sounds.
As a mom you do the same thing every day just for less people and a whole lot less monetary reward. But the benefits of know you are shaping and influencing your family is a great reward in itself. I'm so glad your my granddaughter's mother and my son's wife. Love you. Thanks for the surprise last night. We were helping Meredith and Brantley move some things in the truck. Give AK a kiss from Meme.
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