I run my own PR consultancy business (working from home) and run my household. Some days I am in the zone and get everything right, some days, like today, I am all over the place.
We just returned from vacation (well, three days ago) and are partially unpacked. Last night I had my first meeting with a new book club and (maybe) had one glass of Sauvignon Blanc too many. Our babysitter had a doctor’s appointment so I had 5 year-old E .at home with me, still in her Gymboree sprinkles nightgown, playing with her dollhouse. Three-year-old J. had a little father/son morning at daddy’s office (thank God), because:
I decided to check email at 9:45 and read an email from a freelancer “confirming” coffee at Starbucks at 10 am. I threw my hair into a ponytail, got dressed and shouted to E. that she was coming to a meeting and I’d buy her a hot chocolate. I couldn’t find my makeup bag anywhere. I found some eyeliner in a bathroom drawer, made do with some half-melted lipstick from the car and headed to Starbucks. My nails are painted a gorgeous orangey-red but one thumb is entirely chipped off and my pointy fingers both are half painted.
Tomorrow I’ll pull off looking like Jackie Kennedy off to a luncheon but not today.
