Primary Parade

Today as I went for my morning jog, I was enjoying the beauty around me.  I was savoring my "me" time.  Then it happened...

I saw a group of people lined up together sitting along the sidewalk of a street.  And that is when it registered... this morning at 9:00 am I was to have my children at the park to meet up together and go on the primary parade.  I looked at my watch, the time read 8:57.  I was just over a mile away from home at this point and I figured I got to end my run short today.

 I booked it back to my house.  I ran as fast as I possibly could.  I wasn't going to let the kids miss out on this activity.  They have been looking forward to this for weeks now.  I mean, what kind of mother would I be?  How forgetful is that?  I'm a primary teacher for crying out loud, I knew about this.

So I ran RAN RAN my heart out.  I got home, burst through the door and managed to get a couple words out while panting frantically.  "Kids... primary parade... get dressed..." *pant, pant, pant*  I looked at myself; workout clothes, dripping sweat, hair disheveled and thought, "oh well".  The kids threw their clothes on.  I picked up the baby.  We ran out the door to the van.  Everybody hopped in.  I drove to four different locations and I didn't see a single soul.  Not a car, a child, not a person from the ward... nobody in sight.

That's when I looked down at the paper with the information about the parade.  I was right on the time, however the parade isn't until NEXT week.  My kids were in the back laughing at me and complaining a bit of course.  I couldn't help but laugh at myself.  Though I was a little irritated with myself as well.

And there you have it.  My morning began with a whirlwind that was caused by me, and me alone.  The good news is I beat my previous record and ran a 6'47" mile.  I guess a little motivation never hurts!