time is a wasting

I have been holding patiently on the phone with a obviously a new employee who has not a clue to what she is doing at AT&T for the past 42:03 minutes to get a new phone for our warehouse manager...who by the way is one of my favorite people. Why you ask...because he never asks for anyone to go out of his way for him and is always giving our company his all all the time...did I mention he is almost 60?
While I was getting a neck cramp from holding the phone with my shoulder I had plenty to do to not waste the precious moments I will never get back. I was texting my boss, Kenny and writing an email to Trenton's teacher. This morning Trenton tells me he is in a play which is tonight...he has football tonight...so I emailed the teacher to see how big his part is (hopefully she did not judge) because he has a football game tomorrow and do not want his coach to bench him because he did not show up for practice.

Does a mothers brain ever stop thinking, worrying, remembering? I can't remember why I thought I had stress when it was just me or think that I had a full schedule when it was just Kenny and I with his baseball. It is also book fair at school this week and not only did I not give Trenton money I had to call the school to figure out the late night so we can take him because it is more important to a nine year old to buy a book at the school fair then remember what he learned at school....ME: Hey, goose what did you learn at school today? Trenton: nothing, Mom book fair is this week can I get some books? Don't get me wrong, I love to read and I love even more that Trenton likes to read and I am willing to give the school money every time they ask it is just the remembering part of it all, then worrying!