I became that parent last weekend. Since the beginning of October, I’ve been keeping up a pace similar to when I was working in outside sales, between organizing a large blogger event, launching my small business (Median Woolworks), blogging and participating in some awesome campaigns by Sampler, I’ve just not been able to devote 100% of my attention to any one thing.
It pains me to admit that 100% of my attention is not focused on one project at a time. I absolutely love that I have so many wonderful things happening, and that my business if off to a great start, I just wish that I had more hands and more hours in my day to accomplish them. From recent experience, one area tends to suffer as a result of so many projects, and admittedly, it’s been me being a mom.
I do all of my projects, freelance work, business without a mommy helper or daycare, which means that I have to push it all into nap times and after Declan goes to bed. I am one tired mama, and I tend to forget the important things, but remember the unimportant details (not good).
So, when we traveled out-of-state for a funeral last weekend I was in a harried state, literally fitting in a half hour before we left to work on building the eCommerce site for my business. I rushed around, packing a diaper bag for the entire day, trying to anticipate the many needs Declan would have, and getting myself ready to go out the door. I hit the jackpot by packing Declan’s favorite crocheted baby blanket and his newfound “lovey” or favorite stuffed animal (Churphy, a stuffed cat from Ikea). Within minutes, Declan was napping in the car, all snuggled-in and clutching Churphy [the WonderCat].
We arrived at the church and I quickly realized that sitting in the back was not going to work for the funeral service, as Declan just doesn’t stop moving while he’s awake. I took him outside and we walked around for a bit; in the meantime, he picked up a new word: cone [for pinecone]. After twenty minutes or so, the chilly and blustery fall day (it was absolutely perfect and a wonderful tribute to our family friend) started working it’s way through our sweaters, so I headed to the car with Declan. Just as I’m closing the door after myself, I hear a woman call out (it scared the dickens out of me!).
The woman worked for the church and offered to watch Declan in one of the nursery school classrooms, so that I could sit in on the memorial service. I declined, so she offered to let us into one of the classrooms while the service was going on. After a while, I had to run to the ladies’ room, and took D with me. As soon as we finished, the funeral service let out and the bathroom was inundated with people, my sister-in-law and mother-in-law included. I passed Declan over, as they were unable to greet him previously, and ran to the nursery classroom to grab my diaper bag.
We headed to the reception, spent a few hours, but needed to hit-the-road for our 2 1/2 hour drive home (by this time it was supper time, and nearing Declan’s regular bedtime). We got D into his carseat, and I, again, attempted to tuck him in with his blanket and Churphy…but Churphy was no where to be found. We tore the car apart, but nothing. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I realized that I had left Churphy at the church. What killed me most is that I have a pretty good photographic memory, and I just did not remember ever leaving the stuffed kitty.
I was insanely busy that Monday, so my husband called and left a message at the church (the plan was to have my mother-in-law pick up Churphy and mail her back to us). Tuesday came around and we hadn’t heard anything, so I decided to call the nursery school directly – BINGO! Churphy was found, safe and sound in the 2 & 3 year old room! Later that day, we received a message from my mother-in-law that Churphy was buckled-in the passenger seat beside her, safely on her way home, to be packed and mailed to us.
|The ‘reunion’ captured with my camera phone|
We received Churphy on Thursday, and the reunion was absolutely precious; Declan’s eyes lit up when he saw her and he got a big smile. The next hour was spent hugging Churphy and carrying her everywhere he went.
I’ve heard many stories about parents losing/forgetting cherished stuffed animals/blankets/etc., and had always laughed at them. When it happened to us, I was extremely disappointed in myself and close to tears; I just couldn’t believe that I had made such an oversight (Churphy is not exactly a small stuffed animal). Thankfully, Declan is not SUPER attached to Churphy and we were able to locate her and have my wonderful mother-in-law send her back to us!
|Best Buds the next morning – another camera phone capture|
The real lesson for me is that I really need to work on finding a better work/home life rhythm & balance (within the realm of my control), because my current pace just isn’t working for us.
Have you ever left your child’s favorite object somewhere? Were you able to locate it, or did you have to replace it?