The Trouble with Tuesday


Calamity Jane
Calamity Jane
The preschool that my daughter attends devotes Wednesdays to some sort of themed clothing: hat-day, blue-day, sweater day, etc. Recently the Wednesday attire theme was “Wild West”, for which I had nothing in my daughter’s closet that would qualify on its own merit. So, I went to bed pondering the problem of a potential Wild West wardrobe for my daughter.

I awoke with some sense of an idea of what to do and a great sense of urgency. I found an “old” pair of boot slippers that still sort of fit my daughter’s feet, a hand-me-down jeans skort that wasn’t too terribly big for her, and a casual red shirt with wooden buttons (wood is rustic, right?). I put all of this together, and added a bandanna made from an old scarf of mine, which my daughter refused to wear.

We loaded ourselves and our paraphernalia into the car and headed off to preschool. Once there, her teacher immediately commented on her “fancy” boots. To which I replied, “If she has trouble walking in her Wild West shoes, I have put a pair of tennis shoes in her bag. I had a bandanna for her, but she refused to wear it.”

Her teacher looked at me a little blankly at first, and then said, “You do realize it’s Tuesday don’t you?”

The trouble with Tuesday is that I never remember it. Monday is easy, it begins my week with assorted chores like making sure clean bedding gets to school with my daughter. Wednesdays bring trash day, special school attire and bath night. Thursdays are my work-from-home day, and Fridays are, well, Fridays. But, Tuesdays just do not have anything to reinforce their existence in my mind.

The problem with this Tuesday may have been a little more deep seeded though. I had a problem to solve: what to put together for my daughter to wear. I must confess, I’m always doing things backwards: I had a pilot’s license before my driver’s license, for instance. And this instance I was doing things backwards again. I was focusing on the details of the problem before stepping back to assess the situation and get the big picture.

If I had but paused a little, I would have realized that I had two days, not one, to prepare for Wild West day. I would have seen the bigger picture. Instead I dove right off the high dive into the deep end, bent on solving the problem of wardrobe, focusing on minute details at the expense of the larger picture.

I love to solve problems and think creatively, and putting together the right creative outfit for my daughter is right up my alley of fun. Fortunately for my daughter, she is only two and none of her peers will remember the day she wore her Wild West Wednesday boots to school on Tuesday.

I was telling a colleague at work about my mistake, and she laughed and said that not being able to correctly name the day of the week is a sign of cognitive impairment.

I’m in trouble if I ever get a head injury on a Tuesday.

It gives me pause, this gaffe of mine, and makes me think that I should slow down just a little, and not try to live life at a such break-neck pace, to relax a little and see the forest before counting the rings on each individual tree.

So maybe I should take a day off work and join my daughter at circle time where she is learning the days of the week. Perhaps, they could even teach me my left from my right (but that is another story).

For now, I’ll breathe deeply and figure out what my daughter can wear for Wild West Wednesday tomorrow.

© 2009 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.

Author: Michele

Michele Arduengo is a life science and medical writer by profession and a creative non-fiction writer by hobby. In addition to publishing Grits and Purls since 2008, Michele has published essays in Wisconsin Woman, Chicken Soup for the Soul and has a weekly column in her local newspaper.

5 thoughts on “The Trouble with Tuesday”

  1. I enjoyed your story. I am also noticing my mind or my sense of recall failing me. But I am also learning to take life in stride and laughing at how intense I can get. It’s all good!

    1. Hi Ana,

      It’s nice to know I’m not the only one out there…and you’re right, it’s all good.

      Michele

  2. Michelle–this is great–I can identify with gaffes of any kind…and this one is funny….I hope you managed to find a new outfit for your daughter to wear!

    1. Hi Sylvia,

      Glad that you enjoyed the piece and that it gave you a chuckle. Yes, I did find an outfit for her. The local party store had pulled out its unsold Halloween costumes from last year and had them priced very low. I was able to find a “Sacagawea” dress for her to wear. Unfortunately she refused to smile for the camera in the morning and by afternoon her “dress” was covered in food stains, dirt and sand. But I am told by her teacher that she played the part marvelously during the school day.

      My big sister, after reading this post, gave me a few tips on quick costumes: pillow cases from Goodwill can become almost anything, and they are cheap. Also, for the wild west, a vest made from a grocery sack would work for one day, and a coon skin hat isn’t terribly hard to make. I post these tips in hopes of helping out other harried mothers out there!

      Michele

  3. It is a never ending marvel to me that my kids have made it through, and continue to make it through, every day with a mother who sometimes cannot remember her own name, so I am right there with you!

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