Monday, October 25, 2010
Are You Losing It?
Do you ever feel like you’re losing it? If so, you're not alone.
Last week, I was getting ready for work when Anna pulled out a note in her back pack and exclaimed, “Mom, I didn’t know you were volunteering today!”
I didn’t know either. I had apparently forgotten about helping out in second grade.
How am I going to swing this when I’m getting ready to go out of town?
Anna continued, “Mommy, I’m so excited for you to come to my class. What time are you going to be there?”
I couldn’t say no.
“I’ll have to call your teacher, Anna. It depends on what time she needs me.”
Anna was so excited she could hardly contain herself. I headed into the office, trying to figure out how I was going to be two places at once. I left Anna’s teacher an email. I left her a voicemail. I finally tracked down the school secretary and found out I needed to be there at 12:15 p.m. – right after lunch.
I had exactly two hours and thirty minutes to accomplish eight hours of work.
So I kicked into scary-high gear. Scary-high gear doesn’t happen very often, but look out when it does. Don’t get in my way. Don’t interrupt me. And don’t expect me to be rational.
By 11:30, I was on fire (and running ahead of schedule). I called a couple of co-workers to load several boxes of documents into my car and announced I would be back in the office in a few days.
The only problem?
I couldn’t find my car keys.
So we looked everywhere. A team of people helped me turn my office upside down. We looked in the conference room. The bathroom. My secretary called security. She next called the coffee shop in our building. I looked in my car.
It was 11:50 a.m. Still no keys.
I started to panic.
Anna is going to think I’ve forgotten about her. I’m going to be late. Quick, I need a car. Somebody call a cab. I need to get to the grade school.
Another lawyer-mom knew I was desperate and offered her keys. I had to move fast. I’ll deal with the boxes later. I’ll just have to delay my trip. Then, I heard a voice inside of me. Check your purse again.
Right there. Right in my purse, I found my car keys.
I looked at the blank stares around me, and I knew what my colleagues were thinking. She’s officially losing it.
They were right. I’m not afraid to admit when I’m losing it. It only happens once or twice a year. I’m not sure it’s preventable, so I’m not going to try to blog about any “lessons learned.”
Instead, I’d like hear how you know when you’re losing it.
Please tell me I’m not alone.