What is Wrong with This Picture?

Yesterday, I was the picture of productivity. I made a To Do list and started crossing items off said To Do list LEFT and RIGHT. I was a machine.

I made phone calls I've been avoiding for days.

I scheduled dr. appointments through till September for the various Gang members. Yes, mom, even THAT appointment that I've been avoiding. Turns out, I'm not over due for THAT. I only thought I was. That's a whole 'nuther post. My mind lately. Like a seive. I swear.

I sorted and purged a drawer or two. I re-organized the hall closet to ready it for summer. Beach towels, suntan lotion, swimmie diapers. We are set.


I straightened out a huge mess involving not one but TWO store bonus/savings cards and their related accounts Let's just say that from now on, The Boss isn't allowed to register for new cards at any stores. Ever. But it's okay. He was only trying to help. And I fixed it.

I started a menu for our upcoming SUMMER KICK-OFF WEEKEND with friends.

I started a grocery list and a freezer inventory to round out the menu planning for this coming weekend.

I even planned a little bit ahead to the coming week, knowing that I'll likely want some extra down time after all partying and late-night chatting in which I plan to indulge.

But. And it's a big BUT.

I completely forgot to plan dinner for my Gang. For that night. I thawed nothing. I prepared nothing.

I was completely unprepared to feed the clamoring mouths that started circling the kitchen around 4 p.m. Asking the age-old question (multiple times by multiple kids): "What's for dinner, Mom?"

So I hopped in the car, jammed my glasses on my face and ran to my neighborhood store. Only to pull in the parking lot and realize that it wasn't 4 p.m.

No. It was 5 p.m.

5:00 p.m. on a Thursday night.

And NOT a pay-day Thursday night. So covering my tracks by calling my local pizza dude was not an option.

I can plan meals for literally an entire month (And normally, I do. I even have a fancy-schmanzy Menu List that I print and post. And yes, they still ask. Multiple times. Multiple kids.)

I can forecast what sizes my kids will be in for the coming seasons. I can scope out sales and deals to outfit them for those coming seasons.

I can set up a list of future projects for our home, for the yard, for the kids. I can make a plan for accomplishing those projects. I can tell you how those plans are going to play out.

But for some reason, if I get working my tail off on a designated "catch up" day, I canNOT for the life of me get a meal together for that same day.

What is wrong with this picture?!