What a rough morning. I needed to have a meeting with three people in the US and one guy in the UK. UK guy insists on a time that is super early for me. All the US people declined. Accepting that I’d now have to host two separate meetings for the two different time zones, I rearranged my schedule, woke up early, and still ended up rushing as I tried to get out the door… Rushing as my boy is being clingy, and he insists I am the one that takes him to the sitter. I try going out the door, but the sound of him wailing on the floor melts my heart.
I come back in, gather him up, and by now, the stress level for me is through the roof. I drop him at the sitter’s (he’s still in tears and I am on the verge), and realize I only have 5 minutes until the meeting starts. I ditch all plans to take the call from my office, and run back in the house, boot up the computer, just to find that my conference call software isn’t connecting to the network.
Lots of cursing, blood pressure skyrocketing, I finally get enough of a connection to instant message UK guy. His response? “Oh, I can’t make the meeting now.”
If only I could have reached through the computer to strangle him. I typed out a very snippy response about how that would have been nice to know as I arranged my whole morning around him and left one kid in tears, but then I stopped, deleted it, and just shut down my computer.
Geesh. Early meetings are the bain of my life as a working mother. My family just doesn’t work well with an accellerated morning. That man has no idea how much stress he put me through just to blow me off.
