Call me narcissist if you must but this blog is all about ME. I have another blog about my kids, whom I love and adore writing about. But I was Nicole a long time before I was mom and I don't intend to give up being Nicole overnight.

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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Aiming for mediocrity

I had a friend once tell me that I was living my life at 300% and that it was okay to take it down a notch and live at 100%. Although there have been times in my life that that would've been a true statement right now I actually feel like I am only hitting about 40% in most areas of my life, and am closer to 30% in others.

In my pre-kid life I was the A student. The on who got all the answers right and yet STILL did the extra credit. I was always at least 10 minutes early to everything. And my room was always clean. I was sickeningly dependable. I was the kind of person everybody loved to hate.

I don't say all this to brag. Just to illustrate how far I've fallen.

You see today I did the unthinkable. Today I utterly and completely forgot that I had jury duty. The old me NEVER would've forgotten something THAT important.

But it's pretty much par for the course for the current me.

So here I am, plugging through the normal morning routine, feeding the kids, begging Adam to hurry so he wouldn't be late for school. It's 8:00, my husband is ready to walk out the door to work, and I'm still in my pajamas. I walk past the fridge, like I had a dozen other times that morning. But this time something catches the corner of my eye. A yellow piece of paper half obscured by a handful of recipts. And it suddenly dawns on me what it is-my jury summons. I quickly yank the piece of paper from the fridge and start running up the stairs yelling words that should not be repeated.

I'm supposed to report to court house by 8:30. I have no babysitter. I haven't had a shower. I'm not even sure if there is enough gas in my car to get me all the way downtown. More expletives. Of this I'm not proud. But it's true.

I tell my husband in no uncertain terms that he is going to have to get Adam off to school and either stay home with the other kids or find a babysitter himself because I have no time. I skip the shower and throw on clean clothes, grab an elastic to pull my hair up in the car, and make a mad dash for my car.

I drive like a maniac knowing that no matter how fast I drive I'll never make it on time and start wondering how late I can be before they hold me in contempt of court. To say I was panicked would be an understatement.

I finally arrive at the courthouse (late, of course) and the security guard at the parking entrance wants to have an in depth conversation with me about my vehicle. "Do you like your Saturn? What kind of fuel mileage do you get?"

I park in the first open space I see and then run (in my heels) to the elevator.

When I finally arrive at the jury gathering room I'm 20 minutes late. And the only entrance is at the front of the room. No way to sneak quietly in the back.

Fortunately they were in the middle of roll call and hadn't called my name yet.

In the end we waited several hours only to be released to leave when the defendant failed to show up.

The old me, the 300% me, would now have a witty way of ending this post. The current me can barely form 2 coherent sentences and is, instead, just going to leave it at that and go to bed. Try not to be too disappointed. I'm living my life at 40% these days, remember? This is as good as it gets. (I have dirty dishes in the sink, too. Deal with it.)

6 comments:

orangemily said...

Wow, crazy!
You know you can always call me to watch the kids, run Adam or Zoey to or from school . . . whatever. I'm here for you sistah.

So here's my problem I'm quite content in my mediocrity and always have been. I've never been an A student (didn't try hard enough), I'm usually running late (Richard is really working with me on this) and don't care if there are dishes in the sink (as long as they eventually get done).

But as of late I've been thinking I need to kick it up a notch, not too high though I can't keep up with 300%.

Andria said...

Leave those dishes in the sink!

I don't think any of these things have anything to do with mediocrity and everything to do with "mommy brain." I wish I could be as organized as you are. You are my hero!

Amber said...

I'm all about mediocrity. I seriously didn't set any big resolutions this year, just to enjoy what I have in the moment!

Karen said...

I am a believer in picking one thing to excel in at a time. Thus, when one has a day like this, you can say, "Yes, but, I am exceptional at....." whatever it is. (Even if it is at tying shoes.)

HeidiPie said...

That is quite a day. I hate it when that happens. Really, it does. Do you have to go again then? Luckily, I have never had to do jury duty...yet. Although, you did get out of the house huh, and without kids.

Holly at Tropic of Mom said...

Your civic duty is done. Really, the courts need to come up with a better way to do jury duty rather than waste everyone's time.

The 300%/40% is all about *motherhood.* ;)