Moron Moment

I want to preface this post by saying that I positively enjoy being a woman. Especially when I am around men to whom chivalry is not dead; it makes me super happy to just be a girl. Now, there are times when being of the female gender is exceedingly frustrating. Like when I have to be thinking about every. little. thing. all. the. time. Sometimes not even the gym is enough to shut the crazy lady up.

So on Friday night I mentally scheduled how I wanted my Saturday to go:

7: Wake up, go to gym
8:45 Arrive at the office for my 9am appointment
10: Drop package from signing off at FedEx
11:30: Arrive in Anchorage to complete details of baby shower
3: Arrive at Erika's Aunt Johanna's to help set up for the baby shower
5: Baby shower

This is how it really went. Wake up at 2,3,5 am and stay awake for a half hour each time worrying about various files, the shower, and whether or not I will be able to NOT consume all available junk foods at said shower. Finally fall asleep and then snooze the alarm clock until 8 when I absolutely HAVE to get up. It's too late to go to the gym so I take a lukewarm shower  (worry about water heater problem), blow dry hair (obsess over how by the time the baby shower starts it will look flat and awful and people will think I am homeless),  straighten hair (I HAVE to get my roots done), do make up (wonder why it is necessary to hold mouth open whilst applying mascara), and leave my house. Get stuck behind road construction. Arrive at the office 5 minutes early and get out of my car just as the people are pulling up to the walk. I awkwardly let them into the dark, unlocked office. Weird. Sign said clients, they say "Thank you, farewell." I say, "Congratulations, it was great meeting you. Have a good day." And head on over to fed ex. Well, the Wasilla FedEx location does not have a Saturday pick up from their drop box and the office doesn't open until 12:30. I set the package on top of my car so that I can call because that does NOT work into the plan. So I get on the phone with FedEx to find out the pick up times for Anchorage/Eagle River but the car is still running so my phone connects to blue tooth. I sit in my car, talk to the lady, and drive off.

So there I am listening to Matchbox 20 on my Pandora radio station thinking the following thought, "this turned out to be a super great day. I got out of bed, I did most of the things I wanted to do, I am going to get to Anchorage early, do shower stuff, the shower is going to be fun. I hope Erika likes it. Of course she will. Erika is so wonderful. Gosh it's a beautiful day. The leaves are so yellow. I can't believe it's almost winter. Okay I'm going to take this package to Eagle....OH MY GOD THE PACKAGE!!!"

Anyway, I found the package and it was no worse for the wear but it could have been so much worse. I never do stuff like that. It's those two darn X chromosomes. I can't keep my mind on one thing, basically ever.

So my advice is this: never throw the baby out with the bath water, put all your eggs in one basket, OR leave original documents on the top of your car.

KK? Alright, well I promise that I will someday write a good one but this will have to do for now.

Love you long time!
Sara