Yesterday I had a client cancel a meeting. I used this “opportunity” to stop by the local LA-mega-complex that included a fine off-the-rack retailer, a grocery store, & of course Target for the necessaries.
I was immensely proud of myself, because when I arrived home I could present my wife with a treasure trove of things we had needed.
Of course, the second I came in the door Rexford needed to go out, one baby was crying while she fed the other one as quickly as possible (a feat only mothers can do which amazes me – how do you make them eat faster?!), & I was carrying two grocery bags, a Nordstrom Rack bag, Target essentials & my messenger bag with laptop in hand.
My magic moment gone, I immediately rushed to the tasks at hand. Proud to say I rose to my wife’s level & we got those kids fed, changed, laid down, right back up again & fed, & finally to sleep by 9 PM for her to start resting.
It feels good to be king.
Until you look over at 11:45 PM the NEXT night & realize you forgot to put away the two most important things from your trip: