My last post was on my reflections on our recent Connections365 conference, but that was the business side. If you want to really understand how complicated my life is, here is a funny story about the personal side.
We had the conference of a lifetime, which meant that I was working 18-hour days. Not to mention that 2 weeks prior to the event, my life was non-stop preparing with a similar schedule. So bottom line, I’m exhausted.
On the Thursday morning during our conference, I get an email from a mom at my son’s school. It simply reads, “Kerry I think you are responsible for the football team dinner tomorrow night.” I quickly respond with, “No, I have it on my calendar for the 28th which is Senior Night.” Just to be safe, I text the organizer to make sure. She responds with, “OMG! I made a mistake. I told you the 28th in my email but it is tomorrow night!”
I have clients in town until Friday afternoon, and now I have to prepare dinner for 60 football players and coaches in 24 hours. #DeepBreath
I was really counting on watching my son play football and going home, straight to bed. This now meant that I would be in charge of setting up dinner, serving dinner and staying around to clean up dinner. I could barely stand, but what do football moms do? They make it work.
We had a great football spaghetti dinner after winning our game, and I left the school around 11:30 p.m. telling Dude to leave me in the truck to sleep if I was out by the time we got home. The next day was my daughter’s basketball tournament – an hour and a half away. I really wanted to stay home and rest, but my travel schedule is about to get crazy, so I can’t miss this chance.
After sitting on hard bleachers watching basketball for 5 hours – and 3 hours of driving – I come to find out that my sister had come into town to say goodbye. She’s moving from Minneapolis to New York, and my parents and some of my siblings were at my house waiting for us to get home from basketball. At this point, I am running on pure adrenaline and thrilled to see my family … so we play cards until 11:30 p.m.
On Sunday morning, I turn over to look at the clock, expecting it to say something like 7:30 a.m., though reality shows 10:30. I slept the rest of the day, waking long enough to eat and play a game with my daughter before heading back to bed.
This is the life of an entrepreneur, mom, sister or whatever title I have at the moment, on my journey through life!