Fail!

Do you ever have days where you know you'd leave your own head elsewhere if it weren't connected?  Today was one of those days.

It was a totally scrambled schedule at the high school.  The Boy has a pre-ACT type test he had to take this morning and then had his (shortened) classes in the afternoon.  The Girl and the other seniors had a Post-High School day where all kids listened to a schpeel on applying to and financing their choice after graduation.  Then, with every colleges in the state and their recruiters at the school the kids got to choose three colleges to hear their presentations.

All this is great!  But The Girl had a college class that she needed to be in until 9:15, so I went and sat in on the opening session and then got in on two college presentation and then met her to hear the last one together. 

Well, after the third one I could feel my brain winding up--lots of questions that The Girl hadn't probably thought of yet.  But after being a little titchy with me and essentially telling me that if I wanted to know these things, I should ask (Is she her father's daughter or what?!?).  Well, I was irritated by the time we finished and I headed to my PTA job there to work the Viking Store.  Because of the schedule change, only one of the ladies signed up to help could come early.  So I went to work with her so she wasn't alone.

I finally got out of there but was still irritated with The Girl.  By the time I got home, she was home--with the schedule shift, she didn't have to be back at school until the 3rd period bell rang at 12:45--to go to lunch with Genius Golfer.  They invited me, but they looked like they already had plans to commiserate about how "pushy mom always is".  They may not have been--to be honest--but with the attitude I was sporting by then, I didn't care.

So they went to lunch together and I went to run an errand I having been trying to get done for over a week now..  I ended up catching a friend who said she'd go with me and on the drive would give me the latest in her PTA drama at the elementary school.  PTA therapy i the car going to Orem. 

Talking to her calmed me down a bit and I was much more relaxed by the time I dropped her back to her car.  I came home and went about the chores here that I needed to do.

Suddenly at 4:43 I jumped up realizing that The Boy had had an orthodontist appointment today at 2:20.  I checked my phone--dead.  I plugged it in and two little text messages from The Boy popped up asking where was I and if  I was still coming.  He sent them at 1:45 and 2 PM.  He had been ready.  And I hadn't shown up.  Since I never got him, he went to football practice like normal and about 4 minutes after this all happened he called to say he was done with practice and would I please come pick him up.

Yikes.

I haven't completely forgot an appointment like that for a LONG time.  And sadly, I think it was an appointment for The Boy, again.  Maybe I just need some good sleep and a little do-over.  Or maybe less going on in a single day.

Yeah.  That's it.  And someday it will happen like that.  Just not this year.