Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin

Stop me if you've heard this one...

Yesterday, I was reminded with a phone call at 11:05 that I had a business meeting at 11am. It was a sit down with a rep from a prominent community organization. Oh yeah and did I mention that I was at home alone with Stella and Ned was off (with our only vehicle)at his new job. I grab my briefcase, grab Stella, her sippy cup coloring book and crayons. Toss them in her little red wagon and speed walk with the daughter in tow to the coffeehouse we had scheduled to meet at. I sit her down and pray to any and all available gods that she would A)Not throw a screaming fit during the course of my meeting B)Would not tear the place apart causing thousands of dollars in damage. and C)Not throw a screaming fit during the course of my meeting.

I sit down apologize profusely and let them know that my daughter was in the building (you know in case of the screaming) She runs over about 2 minutes in and tries to grab my hand so that she could lead me to whatever it was she wanted to show me. I smile and try to distract her with my pen. I break out in a cold sweat in anticipation of the potential screaming fit. Luckily She gets bored and runs away.

3 minutes later While praising my collegue's organization and the benefits it could bring to my community Stella brings me the plastic grapes from a gift basket (don't ask)

A minute later Stella comes to me asking for milk. "Milk... Miiilk...MILLLLLK." The cold sweat breaks out again. Reminding me once again that she is and always will be more important than any meeting.

In the end and with minimal interruption. I make it through the meeting and Stella doesn't break anything. And the nice patrons of the coffeeshop are spared the blood curling torture of "Screaming 101" courtesy of proffessor Stella B.

Mommy learns that she needs to get her shit together and pronto.