Did you ever have one of those days where you are just not thinking clearly? You probably don’t even really notice that something is a little off. You walk through the day in an oblivious haze, until something snaps you out of it and commands your attention.
Today, was just one of those days.
I know that I’m preoccupied. After being sick for a week, I’m back to furiously working to finish up my sister’s engagement photos, while preparing to head to Omaha on Sunday afternoon for a photo shoot with an adorable family and a 3-month-old little boy. Steven’s Mom and brother Keith are also flying in tomorrow for a visit, and we’ve been on pins and needles all week just waiting for the time to pass until they arrive. So yeah, it’s safe to say that there’s a lot going on in my mind.
Funny thing about life though–about the time that you are getting a little too frantic, running around, trying to get a million things done, there’s always something that derails you. It’s like the Universe is throwing out a subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) reminder to slow down.
Sometimes it’s an accident–you’re rushing around trying to get dinner ready and instead of paying attention to what you’re doing, you are thinking about the three dozen tasks you need to accomplish before you go to bed, and the next thing you know you slice your finger open with the paring knife.
Somtimes it’s an illness–you work non-stop day and night to finish up a big project before you go on vacation and then you wake up on your first day off with a raging fever and a nasty sinus infection.
And sometimes it’s just pure ridiculousness, like tonight. So, I was in the middle of trying to finish half-a-dozen things before I sat down for dinner. I found a stopping point with my photo editing, then uploaded a few for some friends to look at and critique, rotated the laundry, carried a basket of clothes upstairs to fold, started dinner, folded clothes and then put them away, realized that Cadence’s dresser drawers were full of clothes that she had grown out of so I took a moment to clean them out and reorganize, hung up a few jackets, threw the outgrown clothes downstairs for Steven to Space Bag, and then finally finished up our gourmet dinner of hot dogs and mac ‘n cheese.
Phew! I’m tired again just writing about it!
It wasn’t until later, when Steven was cleaning up the kitchen and I was putting Cadence to bed, that we noticed anything out of the ordinary. I put Cadence in her crib, kissed her goodnight, and then returned to the kitchen where Steven was just washing the the last of the dishes.
He laughed when I walked in, and told me to look in the refrigerator.
Apparently between making dinner and pouring Cadence a cup of milk for bedtime, I somehow misplaced the cap to the milk. And I didn’t just forget to put it back on, I flat out lost it. Like, the sucker is gone. We checked the garbage, the refrigerator, the drawers, the cupboards, the space between the fridge and the counter, everywhere we could possibly think of, but it is nowhere to be found.
On that note, I would say it is definitely time to get a little sleep.
Luckily, I’ve got some MacGyver skills to keep the milk from spoiling.
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to those days when your head just isn’t in the game. Thank goodness Diane and Keith are coming for a visit so we can spend a few stress-free days just hanging out and relaxing!