Getting Distracted

Story of my LIFE.

You walk into a room to do something important, see something else that needs to get done, and never get back around to doing the original thing that needed to be done!

OR you sit down to reply to an email, start checking your other email account, then Facebook, Pinterest, Etsy, etc. and never reply back to the email!

OR you have a plan to get ahead during the week because you know you have to go out of town on the weekend and can't get any work done, but every little thing that comes up takes away your attention and it just doesn't happen!

So the latest snafu just happened, just this minute when we finally arrived home from the weekend. We had a great time, traveling to stay with my BFFL from high school (and daughter's Godmother) at her mom's house for the nuptial ceremonies of another friend of ours from high school. Eric was in the wedding so we were present for the rehearsal and dinner, wedding day, the whole shebang! Then we stopped by my Grandmom's house for a birthday dinner for my Dad. On the way home we had to stop by a Booster parent's house to check on some marching band props for the show before finally heading home.

We get home and start unloading the baby (who had a dirty diaper of course!), then all the luggage, when I hear Eric "Aw CRAP"-ing from the garage. We had forgotten to drop off the tux on the way home from Grandmom's....the store is a solid 30 minutes away from the house.

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

It's time's like these when there just aren't enough words in the American English language to describe one's frustration. Screaming out loud doesn't do any good because you feel immature and awful for letting your child hear you acting their age. Cursing does feel better for the moment, but at some point very soon, my daughter will be picking up words faster than I can think of them, and I will need to completely eradicate these from my vocabulary.

So after being away all weekend, traveling what felt like all day, having very limited time left to prepare for a week of teaching and meetings and rehearsals and competitions, and trying to spread our mula out until payday, Eric went back out to the tux store to avoid any large fines. Now let's just cross our fingers he got all the pieces of the suit back in the garment bag.........

Well at least we looked good.