Some Saturdays are wind-down days. I can get up "late", have a few cups of coffee, and do a little grading and planning.
Yesterday was not one of those days.
|Mmmm.... chocolate croissant.|
In my "plan" for the day, the next few hours would include work time with my co-worker. We met up at the local Starbucks to wrap up the presentation we'll be giving at a symposium for preservice teachers next week. We'd been discussing and working for about an hour when I got a text from my husband. His car wouldn't start, and my younger son needed to be at orchestra practice in about 15 minutes.
Hyperdrive mode - activated!
After slamming my computer shut and rushing out of the Starbucks, I sent a few quick texts to let everyone know that younger would be slightly late for rehearsal. He arrived - and wasn't the last one to walk in the door. Now the real fun began.
Older needed to be picked up at 12 and brought to a hike location by 12:30. Younger needed to be picked up at 12:15. These locations are all at least 15 minutes apart, even without taking the line of parent cars at pickup or mall traffic into account. Anyone have a time turner I can borrow?
Visiting the library was on my "to do" list, and I had some time. So while the back of my head was working on my need for a clone, I buzzed into my library to pick up my holds and grab some books on women's history. I may have grabbed a few too many, but I was just a bit rushed and couldn't take the time to flip through them all to decide which were the best.
Thankfully, my brain came up with a decent solution. A few more texts, and my older son had a ride to his hike. Now I could get the other picked up, home for lunch, and still get to my older to pick him up!
Sometimes I forget to ask for help.
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