A Plethora of Flakiness…

Generally, I think most people would say I'm a fairly intelligent and articulate person. When it comes to the things that I know, and things that I do, I tend to make good decisions. I don't jump into things without gathering all of the information, and I think things through before I do them. I'm structured, reasonably organized, and I like to plan things in advance. However, it seems to me, that when I'm overwhelmed with TOO many things, I become a complete flake. Like a SERIOUS flake! It's one of those personality traits that I have grown to recognize in myself, and when I notice signs of flakiness, I realize that I need to SLOW DOWN and get more sleep. This last week has been a doozy…It was the last week of school, Charley's last week of preschool, I'm trying to organize things for the move, and sell my business (yes, I'm sad to say GO! Gymnastics is seeking new ownership…right idea, but came along at the wrong time for me). Anyway, all of these things are very positive, and allowing me to move forward in my life. But they all hit at the same time. Which in turn, left me a little bit (a lot…I should've said a lot) overwhelmed. Anyway, the things that I do when I'm a flake can be relatively humorous. So, I thought I'd make a list of the things I've done in the last week that demonstrate my current lack of brainpower. I legitimately laugh at myself during these times, and I hope I give you a laugh as well. Here we go…

1. I scheduled tests two hours apart in two different locations. I've already beaten this story to death, but it did happen last week…and served as the starting point for the flakiness.

2. I lost my keys. Okay, this is actually a pretty funny story. The other day, one of my friends picked me up for breakfast. I never checked for my keys, because I'm used to driving all the time, so I just assumed I had them. When I got back to my place, I realized that I didn't have my keys. I figured they must've fallen out on my walk to the car, so I checked the yard, sidewalk, etc…No luck. I scrolled through my phone to find the phone number to the restaurant, who, sure enough, didn't have a working number. Typical. So, I borrowed my friend's car and drove to the restaurant to find my keys, which I was CERTAIN must've fallen out of my purse when I took out my wallet to pay. Again, no luck. "Crap!" I thought, "Where could my keys be?" So, I returned to my car, annoyed.  I'd thrown something in my car earlier in the morning, so I figured it was just my luck. Clearly, I must've locked my keys in my car, right? So I called a locksmith, who came and opened my car. And $145 later, revealed that my keys were indeed NOT in my car. Awesome. I'd looked everywhere, and the keys were nowhere to be found. I had one last idea, but I knew the chance of my keys actually turning up was slim to none. I had nothing to lose, though, so I gave it a shot. You see, my friend and I had intended to go to one restaurant, but got to the door and realized the wait would be too long, so we got back in the car and went somewhere else. Well, I called the restaurant and asked if anybody had turned in any keys. "Volkswagen keys?" the hostess asked. "Yes!" I squealed into the phone. "Well a man found them on the ground outside, and brought them in…but he wasn't sure if they belonged to a patron of ours, so he put them back on the ground where he found them, "she stated. My heart sunk. "I'm sending the busboy out to check for them. I'll call you back in 5 minutes," she told me. I kept my fingers crossed. Sure enough, I got a phone call shortly thereafter confirming that they DID indeed have my keys. So, it was back in my friend's car, and back to the FIRST restaurant, and finally, I had my keys back. It's a good thing, too, because I had an awful lot of road tripping over the weekend.

3. I mentioned to one of my friends that I was trying to sell my desk, and I needed to sell my couch. He told me that I should have started that process a long time ago, because those things take awhile to sell on Craigslist. The desk has been on Craigslist for a couple of weeks, with no luck, but the couch, I'd held off on.  I got a little paranoid. My couch wasn't really built for my new place, and I didn't want to be stuck lugging it along with me. So, I put it on Craigslist, too. It sold. In an hour. Which means that Charley and I are officially couch less until we move. Ha! Total ditz.

4. I started packing big time. Which is great, because it will alleviate the work I have to do in the days just prior to our big move. But I started to pack up the kitchen, including ALL of my cooking utensils (thank goodness I didn't get into the eating utensils drawer). Basically, this just means that I won't be cooking for the next 3 weeks.

5. On my drive with Charley today, we were at a little rest stop in Iowa. I was paying for my coffee and a treat for Charley. As I reached to put my change back in my purse, I completely knocked my coffee over and it spilled everywhere. The cashier was so nice about it, but it was so embarrassing! One of those moments, where you just have to laugh at yourself. So I did!

Those little mishaps are just the tip of the iceberg. I have a feeling the next couple of weeks will be full of similar moments. With that said, if I come off like a complete idiot at any given time between now and the time I move, forgive me. I will be back to normal after I move and get settled in.

On that note, have a fantastic week!

P.S. It's come to my attention that I forgot one of my best moments of the week! I was in the Ikea area, the other day, and decided to take advantage of the opportunity to pick up a new storage unit for Charley's room. It was fairly large, and I knew it would be a challenge to get it into my car…particularly because I was doing it by myself! Lucky for me, Charley wasn't with me, so I was able to move her carseat out of the way. Anyway, I was fiddling with the seats, trying to get the unit in the car, when I thought I should probably just put the back seats down, and push it through the trunk. Little did I know, I had never removed Bruce, the creepy life-sized doll that's tormented my family for years, from my trunk. I had put the doll in there, with the intention of pranking my older sister when she was in town. Well, that, my friends, is what they call karma. And karma's a bitch.  I jumped back as I opened the trunk, and promptly closed it, convinced that it would be better for me to fiddle around with the seats in the front of the car than have people walk by, wondering why I had a child in my trunk. It took some maneuvering, but I pulled it off. Ha!