Yesterday was one of the most productive days I’ve had in ages. I got up at 6:15 (slept in by 30 minutes, since the younger boy didn’t have school!), answered some emails, ate a good breakfast (spinach and egg scramble, with a teensy amount of feta), and got dressed for my Zumba class.
I headed over to the dance studio, took my class, waved goodbye to my friends and went home. I watched a little “Top Gear” (the British version, not the American copycat) with the younger boy, showered, put a load of clothes in the washer, unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded the dishwasher, ate a nice mini-lunch (Triscuits with light swiss cheese and pear slices on top--check it: it’s on the back of the box, too!), and settled in to work while the younger boy and his girlfriend watched a couple of movies.
I got three posts done for my review blog, sent out an email to all of the tenth grade (my son’s class) religious school parents, asking who would be at the pizza lunch this Sunday, and then made five contacts with salons for my upcoming article for Nailpro.
All before 4:00.
I felt superhuman, truly, because normally I don’t get that many tasks done in a day, due to my schedule being crazed or my mojo being stunted for any number of reasons. I was on that total high you get, just from getting things DONE. Then, it was almost time to take the younger boy to his guitar lesson and I thought we’d better shovel. We went to grab our coats, and that’s when I came crashing down from my aforementioned high.
I left my coat at the dance studio*.
There’s nothing like a little reminder that, when it comes down to it, we’re all just human.
*It was an honest mistake, but one I’ll not make again. All of us leave our coats in the lobby of the dance studio. I wear a fleece jacket under my winter coat, on top of my sleeveless workout shirts, and I wear my fleece into the studio itself, where we do the workout. I take my purse and my keys into the room with me too, just in case someone walks in off the street while my class is going on: I wouldn’t want them getting my valuables! Yesterday, I was sweaty as usual after class. I put my fleece jacket on, grabbed my purse and keys, and strolled out, saying goodbye as I headed towards the door. With my fleece on, the cold outside didn’t even hit me, and I was focused on all that I had to do when I got home. New strategy? Leave my fleece jacket with my winter coat. Or maybe tattoo “Remember coat!” on my hand. Either one.
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