I think that one day I might implode.
There are times that I’m juggling so many things, I strategically have to ponder how I will get them all completed.
The other morning, I decided I could make it to Super Cuts for a quick trim before heading to school to see Stephanie receive a Senior Dance Award. It was 10:38 AM and the Awards Assembly started at 11:20.
I walked in the door, and the one employee shared that two folks were in front of me. I asked how long that would take. She estimated she would have me in the chair by 11:00. I did the math – that’s about 11 minutes a cut. If I got in the chair by 11, I’d be done by 11:11. I figured the drive to school was about 7 minutes so I assumed I’d arrive with sixty seconds to spare.
As 11 approached, I had the urge to pee. Super Cuts does not have a public bathroom. Hmm. I didn’t plan for that in the schedule.
At 11:02, she was sweeping the gray hair off the floor from the gentleman who had preceded me.
Sweep faster! I thought.
She called me over at 11:04. I sat. She snapped the hug bib around my neck. The store phone rang. She walked away.
Dag gone…
I pondered leaving. But I’d invested nearly 30 minutes of my life to this point, and I was looking pre-tty scraggly. I then questioned how long I could hold my bladder off.
I could skip the haircut, drive to school, pee and easily make it to the assembly by 11:20. Or, I could go for the cut, hold it in until she was recognized, and then take a leak. And even then, I might be late.
This Is not an unusual dance in my mind. I am constantly working to pack as much in as humanly possible, often to the detriment of the tasks I am to accomplish and to my own mental wellbeing!
She walked back over. I had to decide.
“I’m in a hurry, please just trim it up. I’m trying to get to my kid’s award’s assembly.”
I figured if she cut less hair, it would take less time.
I estimated I could control my bladder until 11:45. Certainly by then she would have had her moment on stage.
At the end of the cut, the stylist offered to get a warm towel to wipe off my neck. I LOVE a warm towel on my neck! But I refused it. I also refused the receipt, which I never do.
I bolted out to my car, ran through two yellow lights, and pulled into St. Mary’s school on two wheels.
I walked into assembly and the dance teacher was speaking. As soon as I took my seat, she invited Stephanie on stage.
I clapped, then peed, then sighed in relief.
Damn, I must be living right!
dckest
/ April 18, 2018Try that again in ten years.
Danny Tanner
/ April 30, 2018sounds as if you’re speaking from experience.
Aunt Susan
/ April 18, 2018it’s a good thing that your kids understand your sense of humor! Nice pic steph!
Danny Tanner
/ April 30, 2018I think they inherited it.