So yesterday I was picking up hoops from my hoop-crafter, and I was chatting with my mom, mind racing a million miles per minute, thinking about what needed to get done next ("Hurry! Hurry!" my mind exclaimed, as usual...), talking talking, opened the car door, one of the dogs (Romeo the little brown one) jumps out, I *do* notice, continue loading the hoops, thinking, talking, thinking, moving way too quickly, "Good, got the hoops loaded," "Ok! Let's go!" And off we drive.

I make it 20 minutes up the freeway to Berkeley before I exclaim, "MOM! IS ROMEO IN THE BACK?!"

Oops. Mom drove off and left her baby in the streets of Oakland. I called the hoop-maker and she went outside of her house, and called him. Fortunately he came. That'll teach 'im to be jumpin' out and running off.

This little dog is a total stud. A few years ago I entrusted his care to my friend Damon, who, at the time, was living in the city of Richmond. I went off to Hawaii for a week, and it wasn't until I returned and called Damon to collect the dog, that he told me Romie had been missing for 6 days. 6 days! He had jumped out of the kitchen window the second day I was gone. We found him the following day, a week after he'd gone missing, hiding under a minivan. He was *filthy* and emaciated. When we finally found him, he was so excited that he peed himself. I sure love that dog.

So just because I forgot him yesterday doesn't mean I'm a bad mom. I realized it means that I need to S...L...O..W down and appreciate what I have accomplished for the day. Nilam wrote a comment on my last blog post about that, and her words popped into my head as I was heading back to pick up the dog yesterday. Take the time to acknowledge what you have created and accomplished for today.

WooHoolie!