One of those days that started with so much promise and quickly raced toward a three
car hat pile up.
One where I woke up when my alarm clock rang (well, 2 snoozes later) and went downstairs to furiously finish my post that was set to go live at 7am. The kick off of a 7 part collaborative Series about Women & Social Media. It wasn’t just an obligation to my
thousands of 3 readers to publish new content every once in awhile, but 7 amazing and successful social media mavens were counting on me, had invited me to participate, and would know if I screwed up.
Before I fall on my procrastinating sword too much, I should mention that I had started writing the article. Had started 3 times in fact. But the right words, the right way to string my thoughts together, the right amount of silence to actually think, the right amount of pressure to force me to just finish pounding the keys already hadn’t built up. Six o’clock in the morning that pressure was there though!
Promptly at 6:58 am, the words were complete, an appropriate image was found and the glorious publish button was finally clicked. Phew…pressure relieved.
Crap! It’s 7:02 – I only have 58 minutes to get myself ready and to work to participate in a conference call with a huge conglomerate that could potentially give us a significant amount of work over a multiple year span. How many people were on that email distribution list anyway? 7? Is 7 high powered, highly influential people my lucky number today or what?
I know jeans are not on my executive image attire list, but hell, they are the only thing in my closet that doesn’t need to be ironed. Screw it, I’ll just avoid my boss today and throw a sweater on top with earrings. Earrings will make up for the jeans, right?
Do I have my purse? Where’s my phone? Did I bring my computer home last night? Idiot! Of course I did, I just spent an hour writing my article on it. Ok, got my computer. What else? What else? Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something?
Chloe! Today is Chloe’s preschool day. Where is she? Crap! She’s still asleep. Hon, wake up! I need your help – you get Chloe ready and I’ll make her lunch. No, I will not take a shower with you. Are you kidding me? Come on move it!
Who taught you how to drive?! Come on, come on, come on…. Seriously? 5 mph under the speed limit?
I can take the HOV lane because Chloe is with me. Is it faster to take 20th? Or should I merge onto I-25? Either way, I’m never going to make the 20 minute drive in the next 5 minutes. I should call Mike and ask him to handle it until I get there.
Um, Mike? Yeah, I’m going to be late…again. Why don’t you start the conference call and I’ll join you when I get there. Yeah, I’ll be about 15 minutes – wait that sounds bad – 5 minutes late.
Do I drop Chloe off at school first? That will add another 15 minutes. Thirty minutes will be clearly longer than the 5 I just said – I’m pretty sure he’ll notice by then. If I slow down enough and launch her out the door without coming to a complete stop, how late will I be? Think she can walk and sign herself into school? She is a precocious 3 after all…
Getting arrested for child abuse will clearly make me even later, so I’ll keep Chloe with me and drop her off after the call. Oh good, there’s a spot in the parking lot. Think the conglomerate will get warm and fuzzies hearing 3 year old chatter in the background of the call? If I raid the supply cabinet and bring every color highlighter into the conference room, how much time will it buy me until Chloe gets loud enough for the others to hear me?
Yes, Mr. VP of Marketing, I’m very glad I was able to join you on this call also.
And so another day in the life of working mom began….