Why I shouldn't be allowed to be in charge of things

I woke up this morning at 4:45 and went to the gym with my mom . . . had a great work out and was home by 6:15. I sat on the couch and read my Psalm for the day and then cuddled with my boys before going downstairs to wake Caroline up. When I came back upstairs to fix her oatmeal, I could tell that Tru bud wasn't feeling well, so I suggested he go back to bed (he bargained for the downstairs couch and won). Caroline and I enjoyed some chipper conversation about muscles and breakfast and I packed her lunch with delight because I went to the store yesterday and I wasn't scrounging to find things for it. She needed to be at school early because she was doing the morning announcements, so we headed out the door at about 7:11. At the last minute, I grabbed a jacket because the temperature outside is dropping and I was over being hot from working out. We chatted all the way to school and I felt unusually awake and happy for such a rainy, yucky Monday. As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw the principal opening doors in the carpool line and thought . . . "Well, how sweet, Mrs. Anderson is working . . . CARPOOL?!?!?!?!"

Shoot.

At Caroline and Tru's school, each class is responsible for a week of morning carpool. The room mom organizes it and it's easy and kind of fun . . . you open doors, help kids out of the car, tell everyone to have a good day . . . no biggie and it's only for 25 minutes.

Guess who's week it is? Guess who the room mom is?!

In case the title didn't tip you off . . . that would be me . . . I am in charge of this week. And since I forgot to check my emails and send out a reminder to the other parents last night, I failed to notice that we didn't have anyone scheduled for this morning.

Oops.

So, I quickly parked and hopped out and graced the families with my sweaty presence. Aren't we all glad I brushed my teeth?

I really have no business being in charge of things lately. I used to be able to juggle a lot and now . . . well, I use the phrase, "I'm pretty sure" way too often.

I guess pride goes before a fall because I caught myself patting myself on the back this morning for "having it together today" . . . hahaha.