I over think things. Often. I think it's common among women. Or at least I would like to hope so. I made a play date for Lucy, with one of her friends from school. Because they live a couple towns over, I invited the mom and other kids too. She had Monday and Tuesday free this week and I hemmed and hawed over which day to choose. Monday seemed too close to the weekend, I usually need a little recovery. So I thought I had said Tuesday. I bet you can guess what's going to happen. Monday morning I got up and was a bit lazy. I watched TV with the kids, played video games, did the dishes and then started organizing the toys downstairs so that when our friends came it would look a bit better. I took out my sourdough starter and fed it so I could make some yummy bread for our sandwiches on Tuesday. At about 10:45 I looked at the clock and thought, "okay, this is about how much time I'll have from when I wake up until our friends come." Tomorrow. I went back downstairs and organized. I was barking orders at the kids about what to find and which bin to put it in.
Then I heard a knock at the door. Cold sweat. For real? It's today? How could I have said Monday? I swear I said Tuesday. She must have gotten the day wrong. Silly lady. I welcomed them in. They had driven all the way here, I could not turn them away. There I stood, in my sweats, unshowered, and slapped a smile on my face. I didn't have anything in the house I had said I would make for lunch, so I made macaroni and cheese. Wow. I didn't have time to think about anything or worry or get anxious or upset about the house not being perfect. I still had dishes on the counter. Luckily Lucy was dressed and I had made my bed. It could have been worse, but I realized that not having time to worry about obsess over every little thing made it a little more enjoyable. It helped me to be in the moment and enjoy getting to know a new friend. I think I need to do less thinking and more doing.
I checked my email later. I said Monday. What was I thinking?