I went to a church type thing Monday night where we watched a DVD about living on the edge. Not the good kind of edge, but the “My life’s so crazy, if anything goes wrong I have no room for error” kind. At least I think that’s what it was about. I was too busy thinking about all the things I had to get done to pay attention. It’s how we roll.
Take this morning for instance. As I was packing Moon for school, I remembered that she has a Science Fair project due at some point in the near future. She’s decided to answer the age-old question, “What Sweeteners are Sweetest?” Our idea was to have three half-gallons of lemonade, sweetened with sugar, Truvia, and agave, and then do a blind taste test to see which one respondents preferred. Her teacher had said Moon could bring samples for the class on Monday, but we’d forgotten. Oh, well. She could do it some other time. Just let me check the date of the Science Fair. TOMORROW? Really? Great. Oh, well. We’d just send Moon to school, then we’d gather all of the materials and bring it to her a little later. What? Today’s the field trip and the class will be gone by 9:15? And it’s now 7:30 a.m.? REALLY?
Yes, really. Which is why Moon and JD raced to WalMart and bought all of the supplies while I created and printed questionnaires. We managed to get it all together in time for Moon to take to school AND still get to go on the field trip.
After school, we made graphs, bullet points, pie charts, hypothesis – you know, science stuff. The display board was looking pretty good, and I was going to take a picture to show you, but then I looked at the rules online and found out they wanted the measurements in METRIC. Who uses that crap? So we had to tear it apart.
Luckily, I’d also neglected to read that it’s actually not due until Wednesday. See, we have plenty of time. You don’t need a margin for error when you’re as organized as I am. Watch and learn, people.
3 thoughts on “Margin for Error”
You need to slow down. Stop all the extra things you do or half of them.
I stopped at “church type thing,” thoroughly offended.
Your house is holy ground! You’re an angel! I worship your food! What else should I compare it to?