The One Where I Ask the Internet For Validation

So, I got an email yesterday at 3:15pm letting me know about a cheerleader fundraiser conference call at 7:00pm. I’ll start by saying that even though I hate talking on the phone, I don’t mind these conference calls. In fact, I think it is a great system. Who wouldn’t like having a quick discussion and getting all of your questions answered instead of digging through a bit email chain and reading people asking the same thing over and over again?

I also think it is pretty awesome to have someone coordinating our fundraising activities so we aren’t floundering about or counting on the coach to do everything. I know how hard it is to get people to take on that responsibility (I am a Junior League member, after all).

Sure, I have time to talk.
Sure, I have time to talk.

The true effectiveness of these calls is just one great big assumption though, because I haven’t made it to either one scheduled (the first being similar short-notice). Now, I realize I am busy. I do a lot of things. I work an odd work schedule (two longer days, three shorter days). And I realize the little man complicates my life. But . . . lots of people are busy, lots of people work different schedules, and lots of people have things that complicate their life. Am I really all that different?

We are also supposed to bring something by “after school on Friday.” I’m sure that doesn’t mean “after Stephanie gets off work on Friday,” as there won’t be anybody at the school by then. I’ll be sending with my kid to drop off with her coach during school. Sorry.

It reminds me of dealing with the little man’s medical supply company. It took us many, many months to make them realize we were never going to be home when they tried to deliver in the middle of the day. Constantly reminding them to deliver to the husband’s work. It was like the concept of people needing a medical delivery in a household with two working parents was simply unfathomable. We still have difficulty with them.

Somebody tell me that I’m not too out of touch with reality. Could you make it to a meeting – conference call or otherwise – with just a few hours notice on a regular basis? Please tell me I’m not the only one with commitments outside of my family and home?

I’m not stressed or really even frustrated by this, just confused. It seems to be happening more and more often.


One comment

  1. When I was growing up my mother had a 24 hour notice rule. If she didn’t have 24 hours notice, it wasn’t happening. This applied to last minute meetings, last minute sleep-over invitations, last minute requests for the car keys. I used to find it beyond frustrating but now as a working Mom of 2, I totally get it!!

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