Sometimes I forget that my life is so good. When that happens, I accidentally let the little stupid things build up into stressful events that are actually, in the grand scheme of things, no big deal.
This morning was the perfect example.
5:30am – D’s alarm goes off for work. I wake up but stay in bed, feeling a bit stressed because I know online registration for Littleman’s swimming lessons starts at 6:30am today and I hope that my alarm will go off.
6:00am – Bo wakes up and wants to be fed. Crap. Shuffle to his room and feed him. He falls asleep so I stumble back to bed, grabbing the laptop on the way.
6:15am – Lying in bed but getting nervous about swimming registration. Although I’ve always succeeded in getting the classes we’ve wanted, I know it can be cutthroat.
6:29am – Sitting up in bed with the laptop. I’m all logged in and the screen is on my “activity wish list”. Am waiting for registration to go live.
6:30am – It doesn’t go live. What? Screen says “do not refresh”.
6:31am – Should I refresh?? The screen says no. But I do. SHIT. Registration is open. I try to enrol but the class we want for Littleman is full. SHIT AGAIN! I try a couple of other evening classes. ALL FULL. DAMMIT. Get on the wait list but am 7th. Shitballs.
6:33am – Call D in a panic. WTF should we do? Panic some more and enrol him in a different level for 3-5 year olds.
6:35am – All enrolled, but then read about the level I signed him up for and realize he’s totally not skilled enough. Crap.
6:40am – Call D again. Should we do a daytime class? We could keep him home from daycare. OK. Let’s do that.
6:41am – Try to sign up. Registration for the class I want doesn’t open until 7am. Good lord.
6:45am – Littleman wakes up and comes stumbling in.
7:00am – Refresh, refresh. It’s live! And it’s FULL. WTF?
7:01am – Find another daytime class on a day when I have my own exercise class. Argh. Book it anyways. Email the organizers to cancel my earlier registration in the wrong level.
By this point I’m a hot mess. I feel sick to my stomach. Why? This is not a big deal. Yes, I want Littleman to take swimming lessons. It’s important to us. And evening classes would have worked better for us. But, this is not the worst thing in the world. We can handle this minor setback.
I take a deep breath and get breakfast for Littleman. Bo is still asleep. My brain is still swirling and I start thinking about Bo’s baptism, which is coming up on Sunday. My mom is hosting afternoon tea following the ceremony. The food is all under control. But then I think…party favours for the kids!! Eek, I should totally have party favours.
Bo and I drop Littleman and daycare and boot it over to the local bulk food store. We have some cute little clear boxes, so I’ll fill them with candy. Oh, but what candy to get??? Jelly beans. I’ll get jelly beans. Perfect. But I get home and realize the black jelly beans make it look ugly. So I pick them all out. Party favour crisis averted.
It is not quite noon and I finally just sat down on the couch to have a good laugh at myself. It is clear that I’ve been living with my crazy mom brain for too long… I have forgotten what real stress is! I take some deep breaths and remind myself how lucky I am. I have two happy healthy boys. They may have to take swimming lessons at an inconvenient time or eat jelly beans that aren’t the perfect colour. Life could be worse.