mrs. wright: mogul and idiot

Yesterday, I was *supposed* to take a call with a nationally-known company, to discuss some BLEND stuff.  I don’t just “take calls” everyday – this was kind of a BIG deal for me.  I’m also an anal over-achiever and scribbled down the call time in SEVERAL different locations, most importantly, my dry-erase board on the fridge. 

Mr. Board is the glue that holds this chaos together.

Mr. Board said the call was for 2pm.  I take Mr. Board for his word.  He doesn’t lie.

My Afternoon:

1:38pm:  Take shower – wash gym sweat off.  Throw on glasses, fuzzy socks and bathrobe. 

1:45pm:  Get children pottied and into their respective beds. 

1:52pm:  Henry yells that he has to go poop.  Swoop in, take him to poop.  No poop.  Straight back to bed.

1:55pm:  Make 2nd cup of coffee in favorite mug.  Set out clipboard with fresh sheet of paper and favorite pen.  Charged cellphone is on lap. 

1:59pm:  Think about how excited I am for BLEND.  Wonder if we could get Ryan Reynolds to make an appearance.  You read my blog, right, Ryan?

2:00pm:  GO TIME!

2:03pm:  3 minutes late.  “Of COURSE, they’ll call a little after 2.  No one is as anal as you.  They’re playing it cool.”

2:16pm:  16 minutes late.  “This IS pushing it a bit.  But like my mom warned me about Middle School dances – you don’t EVER want to be the first one to the party.”

2:17pm:  Hunger strikes.  But what if they call?  Nasty food sounds into the receiver?  No.  A Reese Egg will have to do.  Twist my arm.

2:20pm:  Now have chocolate peanut butter breath.  Best breath to have, really.

2:30pm:  30 whole minutes late.  “I simply MUST have written down the time wrong!”  Go look at other “lists” I have around the house.  All say 2:00pm.  Hmm….

2:34pm:  Go back for third cup of coffee.  Hawaiian Hazelnut.  Hands down favorite.  Think about where the expression “hands down” comes from.  MUST Google it immediately.

2:50pm:  Sidetracked.  Always.  Sit down to Google “hands down”, only to waste time reading Facebook and watching this video.  2, er, 3 times.

2:54pm:  Phone rings.  Oh yeah…that call!  Pause Sophia Grace, mid-Maroon 5 interview.  It’s my Mamaw T.  Asking me to get her mail.  “Later, Mamaw, I’ve got important calls to take.”

3:00pm:  Seriously a little angry.  Go back through emails to see if I am missing something.  Can’t find original email.  “You’re SO organized, huh, Lindsay?”

3:12pm:  BELLY GROWLING!!  Reese Egg, a distant memory.  Should make food.  Decide to steam a spaghetti squash. ??

3:16pm:  Mid-steam, consume the following:  handful of baby carrots, graham cracker, 3 M & M’s I find in junk drawer.  Also, find last bag of Lush Nuts sample that the company sent me (BLEND Swag Bag!!).  This flavor was good.  The coffee flavor was better.

3:20pm:  “I was Googling something.  What was it?”  Oh yeah – hands-down.

The term dates back to the mid-19th century and the genteel world of British horse racing. Back then, a jockey who found himself way ahead as he approached the finish line would relax his grip on the reins and drop his hands. Not as confrontational as a spiked football, but still a bit of gestural in-your-face-ness. By the late 19th century, the idiom had been extended to non-racing contexts, and it remains in frequent use today.

3:29pm:  1 hour and 29 minutes late.  “RIDICULOUS!  People just really like wasting my time.  Ryan Reynolds wouldn’t waste my time.”

3:31pm:  Must quell anger.  Food= comfort.  Combine spaghetti squash with spinach, hummus and Chobani to create a bowl of something I can only describe as “double rainbow”.  SO good.

3:42pm:  Belly full.  Happier.  Sit down at computer and pick through ALL my emails. 

3:44pm:  Find IT.  THE email.  Read it.  Audible GASP!  2pm MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME!  Stupid, stupid girl.  Mr. Board lied because Mrs. Wright was a dummy.

3:56pm:  Henry yells from room that he needs to poop.  Swoop in there, take him to potty.  Hear Clara, babbling in her crib.  CRAP.  

3:59pm:  Mind races for ways to either lull them back to sleep or make them stay quiet. Candy? Definitely.  The Princess Bride?  A MUST!

4:06pm:  Company calls.  6 minutes “late”.  Of course.  They played it cool.

Me?  Not so much.

QUESTION:  Are you anally organized?  More laid back?  Have any “I was an idiot” stories to share?

splendid…lindsay