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Archive for February 8th, 2008

After a nearly sleepless night, I was startled awake by the ringing of a phone at precisely 8:52 a.m. As I made my way to answer, caller ID announced a name that I didn’t recognize and without glasses, couldn’t read; I turned around and headed back to bed. Again the phone rang from the same caller, which is usually Ali-code for “Mom, I forgot my phone, I borrowed someone’s, and please, please, PLEASE answer the phone!” So, I did.

I could detect a hint of panic in the familiar, hushed voice that indicated my daughter was stowed away in a school restroom stall with a cell phone, hoping not to be overheard.

“Mom, I can’t find the last page of my essay! Could you look in the printer?”

Unable to find it, I was further requested to print it again from her laptop. In doing so, I discovered the printer’s blinking light and an empty paper tray. Problem solved.

“I need it before third period so can you get it here as soon as possible, please? Thanks, Mom. I love you!”

I fed the paper tray, fed the pets all dancing at my feet, herded the dogs outside for a routine morning potty break, threw on my clothes, found my keys, packaged and labeled her report, let the dogs back in, and — unaware of how much time all that actually took or when third period started — made a mad dash for the school. I completed the delivery to a student office aide and was back to my car by 9:20.

Once home again, I met Jenna (daughter #1) heading out the door.

Coffee time.

I’m honestly going to miss being needed like that once they’re all out on their own. It’s a phase of my life that’s coming all too quickly.

Now, where did I put the carpet spot-cleaning brush?

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I’m middle-aged, and so is my ambition. With my eldest daughter’s boyfriend coming all the way from Germany in a few days to meet and stay with us for about a month, I have so much left to do! — and yet, here I am once again alert at all hours of the night, honing my procrastination skills, and praying that by some miracle, the paper bought for my daughter’s bathroom will glue itself to the wall and the rest of the house will self-clean by Monday. Maybe he’ll think American refrigerators and garages are supposed to look like that?

It’s after 4 a.m. I took melatonin — Why isn’t it working?!

And it’s February. My gawd, it’s February! And our granddaughter turns one! We seem to have crammed just about every birthday and celebration possible into the shortest month of the year. (April and November compete for second busiest, and the rest trickle in here and there.) I have gift shopping to do, and for someone whose shopping gene mutated into something unrecognizable, that’s no easy task — even for the people I love. Thank goodness (?) my family isn’t afflicted with that mutation.

Pictures! My youngest daughter needs 15 photos for the senior class video — and another orthodontist appointment for aligner adjustments.

Play date with my granddaughter tomorrow.

Come on — I can do this.

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