Preoccupied. That’s what I am this week. Lots of thoughts and events cluttering up my mind.
These are things my precocious four year old does not understand. I suppose I might have brought this on myself when I released the words “big day” last night when I got home from work.
I’ll start from the beginning. You see, Elizabeth is going to visit her dad this weekend, a point he always reminds her of when he calls. So when I walked through my door last night, I was immediately asked “mom, is my dad coming to pick me up tomorrow morning?”
“nope, you’ve got a few more days before he comes”
“aw man, I really wanted to see nana…”
“well, you’ll see her this weekend, but tomorrow is going to be a big day. I don’t have to work and can spend all day with you!”
Innocent enough right? Wrong. You see, I believe that was the moment my daughter, ever the planner, started planning out this “big day”.
We went to bed a short time later, got up this morning, ran the usual routine of dry cereal so she could eat in the living room with strawberry shortcake the movie, shower, dressed, running out the door for her ‘play date’ with Bethany.
Then came the unveiling if our “big day”. There was incessant chatter about the zoo, survival training, parties, all the fish in the sea, are scorpions poisonous, and a slew of other topics I’m sure I missed. Halfway to Bethany’s the thought struck me. I don’t have a clue what her plan for the day truly entails because I’ve simply been responding with “maybe” which, based on past experience, means yes to Elizabeth. For me, it is simply a noncommittal response when I haven’t had coffee and I’m struggling to focus on her plans for the day.
I might have to take her to the park at least… And make coffee a priority in the morning. And figure out how to become less overwhelmed by all the details of my life. This might be a problem. Maybe.