In my work email today I found an exchange between two folks I'm working with discussing a problem with an ad I'd directed. One had a problem with it and the other was making suggestions. They're both on the east coast, and I'm in the west, so the one trying to fix the problem wrote, "I'm sure Amy is getting kiddies up and dressed right now and will weigh in a little later," not wanting to set changes in stone without my input.
Actually, I was washing toothpaste from a frustrated 4-year old's hair. And from the floor, toilet, the wall, and two door handles.
After the toothpaste removal procedure, I ran to the kitchen to finish lunch boxes. I dropped the last yogurt in just such a way to break it open and dump all the contents on the floor.
In the car I realized we forgot family pictures for a pre-K project that were due on Tuesday.
Then I stepped in a massive puddle getting out of the car to sign my very late Peanut into school.
Now I'm back in my Home Office, and facing the ad problem. And while part of me wants to yell, "Who the hell cares about which shade of green we use?!" The other part of me feels like this is small potatoes compared to the conversation I'll undoubtedly face this afternoon with my 7 year-old when she discovers I frantically threw dried prunes in her lunch instead of the yogurt.
The answer to the ad problem was "avocado". The rest of it? I'm not sure...vodka?
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