I do not like making mistakes.
I don’t know if anyone really does, but I hate it.
I kick myself over and over again. This is something I’m working on – accepting that I can’t do it all. I’m in the process of thinning out some things and not putting so much pressure on myself. It’s part perfectionism and part that I want to do everything!
It’s always been my desire to be a “Renaissance woman” – you know, someone who can manage to do it all – and do it all well.
Of course, that’s unrealistic and I’m slowly learning that fact.
Nothing ruins my perceptions of my own self-sufficiency more than when I do something that is just a really bonehead mistake.
Last week was one of those days.
I had the boys at home all day on Tuesday while Tyler was at ASU meeting students and getting ready for our weekly gathering. I ran errands in the morning and took the boys to eat some lunch and play at a play place. I brought my new incredibly awesome coffee cup filled with delicious coffee from my house and sat and watched the boys play.
(Brief note: this coffee cup is INCREDIBLE. No one asked me to say this – I genuinely just love this mug. I got one for Tyler for Christmas and he loved it so much, he bought one for me a few weeks later. They are the best investment – especially if you love your coffee hot like us. You can get your own here – you will not regret it. *Affiliate link)
It was time to leave and as I tried to load everyone up in the van, my hands were full so I set my lovely, shiny coffee mug on the hood of the van right by the windshield wiper. (I’m sure you’re guessing the rest of this tragic story).
Somehow I made it from the restaurant to my house just fine, but forgot about the coffee cup. Later that night, I left to head to our weekly gathering on the ASU campus and just as I was getting on the freeway, I saw my beloved mug – right there on the hood. I quickly tried to think of how I could pull over and grab it, but just as I had the thought, it went flying off the hood down the 202 freeway – never to be seen again.
I wanted to pull over and jump out and go rescue my cup, but in my mind I could just hear the news headlines: Chandler Woman Run Over While Rescuing Coffee Cup! Bad idea.
Now, a rational person would realize that it was just a cup, but not me. I cried all the way to ASU. I was so sad. I loved that cup!
I called Tyler and started the call by saying, “I just did something really dumb and I’m really upset.”
I proceeded to tell him what happened and he laughed. He laughed. He said by the way I was talking he thought I had done something really horrible. Apparently, this did not rank on his scale of dumb mistakes.
Looking back I see that it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be. We all make mistakes – especially when we are trying to juggle a lot of things simultaneously. It was a cup – not a kid, right?
My hubby even saw my cup on the side of the on-ramp and pulled over and grabbed it. Here is what was left:
Lesson learned: Great cup, but not indestructible.
Please, tell me I’m not the only one who has done something bone-heady like this…please…