Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Neither AT nor ON the Pole

To say that my life has become "busy" is a bit of an understatement.  Unless "busy" for you is finding that you need to be at least three places at the same time on a daily basis.  Which is where I am finding myself right now.  I have actually had to hire someone to do part of the pick up of my children for me. 

Life is a little (read A LOT) INSANE at the moment. 

And it is getting me down.

For those of you who know me well, you know this is not how I like to live me life.  Busyness is overrated and will definitely kill youI mean as in lying face down in a gutter kill you.  I have no choice in this busyness right now though, so I'm going to do my best to gut it out until the end of the fall baseball season and the end of marching band season.  Then, I am calling a moratorium on busyness for a few months. 

For this moment though, something's gotta give.  Someone is going to be disappointed about it.  This time I'm afraid it's going to be me.  And roller derby.  Sigh. 

When insanity is the ruling dictator in your life and you are juggling all these times and dates in your head (and I can't juggle with more than one ball--oh yeah, that's called "catch"), BAD (and yet hilarious) things happen. 

Just hang on a minute while we wade through an another tedious explanation that you need to get the most of this experience I had.

This brings me to "See You at the Pole." For those of you who are unfamiliar with "See You at the Pole," it is a tradition where Christian students, parents, and educators meet at the flagpole before school on a designated day in Spetember to pray together and identify to each other and the community that they are Christians.

I haven't ever been to the pole, but I have offered the option to my children when I knew it was coming up.  It's not that I am against the event, it's that it would mean that I would actually have to put on real clothes and brush my teeth beforehand because I would be in the company of people.  And that, people, is just a little too unrealistic. I absolutely drive my children to school in my pjs and pray that there is no reason for me to have to get out of the car.  Or be pulled over (which *may* have happened once when I was pregnant with Bonus). 

I'm overtaxed.  And exhausted.  And clearly not in my right mind.  So, it is no surprise that when my friend sent me a text last night asking if I would be meeting her and others at the pole today, that I quickly thought, "Tomorrow is See You at the Pole." and then said to my kids, "Hey.  Tomorrow is See You at the Pole if you want to go." 

I wondered why my friend thought I would meet her at the pole because she works at the enemy high school, and there is NO way I would meet her at their flagpole. I also wouldn't go to Miss Noteworthy's flag pole either because she would surely die a thousand deaths if I did.  If I were going to go to any flag pole it would be the one at RNR and Bonus' school.  If it is a good day they are still not too embarrassed by the woman who gave birth to them.

This little text exchange followed....


In case you can't read where I scratched out my friend's name, it says Hot Derby Mama. 
I know, I am soooo proud of my awesome graphics.


This one says Pole Princess. 
Which she is. 
Totally.
Fish shoes and all. 


In derbyville, our league had been invited by a local company to do either a derby yoga class and/or a pole exercizing class.  But, clearly, I had forgotten all about that invitation, and my derby friends had not and wanted me to join them.  Which would have been fun if I had not had to be three places--oh make that four if you include the pole--at the same time.


So, I need to work on the calendar to make sure I don't get my poles crossed.  It could result in lots of awkward if I can't get my dates straight.  This current insanity might just find me ghetto blaster on shoulder swinging on the pole in these shoes on 9/26 (which I just found out is actually September 25 thanks to a facebook comment on this post.  Sigh. Thanks, Tina, for saving my children from looking extra strange on September 26th). 


Look at these babies!  See You at Which Pole for What?  Ooops! 

Do you think the elementary school students would buy that I bring my pets with me so I remember to feed them?  Yeah, the principal is SOOOO running another background check on me right now....

Here's to life settling down to a dull roar.

Questions... (I have lots)
Anyone else have an embarrassing encounter because of their crazy calendar?
Does the start of school always throw you for the first few weeks?
Other than a calendar, what helps you keep it all straight?
If I bought those shoes would you still be my friend?  Because I want those shoes to add to my hooker collection.

Happy Monday Tuesday ah crap, Happy Day!

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