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.
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