Distracted

I am sharing a Coke with Kelly today. This is weird because I cannot think of anyone named Kelly who I would want to share a Coke with. Or should it be with whom I want to share a Coke?When this clever marketing campaign started I would rummage through the cooler looking for a name. Looking for someone important enough to share a Coke with. I will never find my name on the side of an ice cold 20 oz. Coke bottle. I won't find my children's names either. That's the price you pay for unique names.

It's a work from home morning for me, which means oodles of distractions  interspersed with brief periods of frenzied productivity. I anxiously check the mail for my copy of Driven to Distraction. I suppose it will likely confirm what I already suspect. The piano teacher called me in August to chat about Einstein and suggested I might read it. She was in no way diagnosing him but just sharing observations and experiences she'd had with her own daughter. Mrs. V did not see my head bobbing up and down in agreement. Not only was she describing some characteristics of my oldest so but she was describing me. It was eerie.

The ringing cell phone brings me back to reality. While conversing with my student mentor I check my grades, check my bank account balance which is never enough, rationalize to her why I have yet to submit my Classroom Management assignment but have started course work in classes that I am not yet enrolled, start another load of laundry and try to figure out how I am going to meet my work deadlines, shower, plan dinner and zoom to the post office and be at the school to volunteer within the next one-hundred and twenty minutes.