Monday, September 05, 2011

Time warp

Last week Heather invited me to be her guest at a blogger event. Wednesday morning she texted me to let me know that she was stuck in traffic and would be about 20 minutes late to the event.

"Hm," I thought. "Isn't the event Thursday?"

Confusing both myself and Heather, I confirmed via the invite that she was indeed correct. Thankfully the event was up the road, in Malibu, so I was able to pull myself together, head out the door, and arrive just moments after she did.

Later that day, Hilary sent a note to a group of us who'd planned dinner next week, sadly bowing out because of a work conflict.

"Funny," I replied. "I thought we had planned it for Thursday, not Wednesday."

I admonished myself for screwing up the days for both of these events, but shrugged it off.

This weekend I got Em all excited to celebrate her friend's 3rd birthday on Saturday. I knew the party overlapped with Em's usual 1-3 p.m. nap, and for whatever reason, I assumed it started at 2.

You know what they say about people who assume.

After brunch, I checked the invite and saw that the party was, in fact, from 11 a.m. - 2 p.m.

It was 11:30 a.m.

I hurried Em and myself into my car, made the 15-mile drive to Torrance, and then wondered why there were so few cars at a party that started an hour ago.

I looked at the invitation and saw that the party was THE NEXT DAY.

I sped away, fast as lightning.

Em was pissed, pouty lip and everything. I had talked up a party with one of her best toddler friends, and in her eyes, I wasn't letting her celebrate. She didn't understand nor probably care that her mommy, who's usually the queen of our social calendar and prides herself on punctuality, has had a hard time getting it together lately because she's so preoccupied with getting ready for our move.

Brent and I have been literally neck-high in moving boxes as we prepped our condo for open houses and showings. We filled a 10-foot U-haul truck with bookshelves, chairs and boxes to keep at my in-laws' in the name of showing our condo at its best.

I'm a night owl who hasn't been able to keep my eyes open past 11, napping 1-2 hours when I can, too.

The fog in my brain is finally starting to lift, thankfully.

Despite being so out of it, my friends and I had a hearty laugh at the actual party on SUNDAY. And I'm considering tattooing upcoming events to my forearm a la Guy Pierce in Memento. It may be the only way I'll get there on time.


  1. I'm just glad you were still able to come! I never would have been able to get myself together in time. And it was so fun! yay!

  2. LOL I'm still laughing, with you, of course :)

  3. Argh, Blogger ate my comment!

    Well I wrote that you are not alone, this coming Saturday I double-booked us and on top of that, asked my mom to babysit the saturday AFTER because I got the date wrong. So I wouldn't have been able to attend one of the events anyway. What a mess. And I love the Memento reference!

  4. i HATE it when i do that!! you are so not alone in having brain fog... my husband and i drove 30 minutes out of the way to a petting zoo where we thought our daughter's daycare picnic was happening... only to discover that the invite had CLEARLY said that the petting zoo was going to take place at her ACTUAL daycare center. oops.

  5. This sounds like my whole YEAR. Thanks to my screw ups like this we've missed a plane coming back from Nashville and booked the wrong dates for our NYC trip. My mom screwed up the dates for family reunion. Last but not least I've lost my credibility on dates and no one believes they moved our half marathon! (THEY DID!! I SWEAR!!). Haha.

  6. Mate, get a tattoo. GET A TATTOO!

    I came here to thank you for your beautiful comment you left on my blog the other day, about my Voices talk at BlogHer. Thank you hon. And - I see you know Heather! I fricken love that woman baaaaad.

    Stay well. Good luck with the move xox

  7. Last week I walked into a building and asked where the meeting was. Um, it was yesterday. Oops! This is a sign of too much going on.

  8. Ha ha, my mom use to do this kind of thing all the time so I'm probably destined to do it too.