My little neighbor just came to my door and asked me where Claire and her sister were.  I was in a bit of a daze.  I have been working all day, plugging away at my mile-long, to-do list.  I was sitting here paying bills and I was in a zone.  I could not, for the life of me, remember where Claire was.  My neighbor said “Well, it’s 4:25 and they need to leave for dance.”

Ah, SHIT!  Leave for dance?!?  This mama went into panic mode and I immediately sent out the search parties to find the two wayward girls.  Next door, across the street, up a couple of houses…there was NO sign of the girls.  My mind was racing along with my heart.  I stop long enough to call my girlfriend, Julie, so I can tell her we’re gonna be late picking up the other two.  She stops me mid-sentence and says “Jenni, they’re at dance already.”

Well, SHIT!  I breath a huge sigh of relief remembering that today is Tuesday and not Thursday.  Tuesday’s dance is 4-6 and Thursday’s dance is 5-7.  There is no need to call 9-11.  The girls are exactly where they are supposed to be but my mind was not.

I do not like heading into panic mode.  And I never would have been if my brain had been engaged rather than overwhelmed by my to-do list.  Thankfully, and yet again, I have Julie keeping me on the straight and narrow.  She knew where Claire was and knew that I didn’t have to call out the cavalry to find her.  Panic mode averted thanks to Julie!

After “finding” Claire it took me a while to get my head back into the tasks at hand…my mojo definitely took a hit.  But it’s OK.  I’d rather know where my kiddos are then have a smooth flow of mojo to knock out some stupid, mile-long, to-do list.

Oh, for the love of my children…