Diffused

I’m a bit crazy about being on time. Okay fine, I’m obsessed about it. Every morning I’m a bit of nervous wreck, trying to get my daughter and myself ready and fed.

Since I’m obsessed, there’s a sequence of steps I follow, with a set time for each step to be completed. As long as I keep meeting those timelines, I know things are in control. As soon as they slip, I lose my mind.

Something that can add more stress, is an early morning meeting. I can handle it, since I’ve done those a few times. I know which steps need to be adjusted, so I can still leave the house at the same time. 

This happened a few days ago. I had an early morning meeting. Now, as soon as I come out of my meeting, I expect my daughter to have changed. However, this particular morning, I come out and see her in her pyjamas. The meeting had already induced some stress, but missing the timeline! I am now in physical pain! With the pain carrying through in my voice, I ask her why she isn’t wearing her school clothes?

She simply smiles and points at her pyjamas with a flourish of her palms. Then it hits me. Its pyjama day at school.




I’m not sure if anyone’s diffused my madness this fast before.