Something´s Fishy

Multitasking is a requirement written in small print at the bottom of the contract you sign when you become a mom. My mom contract should be rescinded.

Last Friday, I received an alarming phone call about contact tracing for Katrina. I let fear slip in and then immediately scheduled a COVID test for 7:30 p.m. After working with second graders all day, I performed my daily chauffeur duties for my children. I came home, cooked dinner and allocated 30 minutes to relocating landscaping rocks in the backyard. The pond level had receded and I decided to turn the hose on in the pond. It still needed more water when I went inside. I intended to leave it running for 20 more minutes. I ate dinner, took Katrina for a COVID test at Rite-Aid, and filled up at the gas station. I rushed home for a 8:00 p.m. Spanish lesson online, which I missed because I miscalculated the time difference in Peru. Exhausted, I went to bed shortly thereafter. At 5 a.m., when I heard an alarm, a thought was triggered. I sat straight up. I put on my shoes and ran outside in the dark. I turned off the water hose. The water had been running for 10 1/2 hours. The pond had overflowed into the rocks. At sunrise, Kyla went outside and said, “All the fish are on top of the water!” I ran outside again. My drama queen was wrong. Seven of the seventeen fish were floating on top of the water. I felt so terrible. I am vowing to stay focused on one task at a time. I’m not going to have mildew scented clothes in the washing machine, burnt potatoes or dead fish in my life anymore.