(You wouldn’t believe how big this leaf is)
Shit. It has been a crazy few days. I’ve been on a whirlwind tour, reconnecting with a bunch of pals. In fact, I just sent an email off to one this morning, asking how she was doing, explaining that my daughter was at a new gymnastics place and loved it. That we’d like to get together. Then I hit SEND and glanced up at the TO: field and saw that I sent the message to the whole entire gymnastics list. Imagine my chagrin, the way I clutched at the mousepad in despair. What a fool I am. Now I have done the unthinkable. I have emailed an embarrassing personal diatribe to a bunch of people which sort of concerns them. Whew, at least I didn’t say anything mean. Although I did lightly in passing mention the word gossip.
Oh, woe was me as I tried to figure out how to delete it. But it was too late. I accepted my fate as the gymnastics traitor and then remembered that the reason we went to a new place was because Anoif just didn’t want to go to practice 4 times a week for 4 hours a day. What she wanted was once or twice a week for a couple of hours. What I did was meet her needs and the mom I was emailing was having similar thoughts so I was sharing. Uh, quite publicly, like I am now. The truth is my kid loves the coaches from the first place, loves the teamates and didn’t want to switch but needed a break. She needed a less demanding time, less hours and less days and the opportunity to keep her skills going and improving. She needed to have some summer fun, not a grueling schedule. Maybe some kids need to keep going full tilt and that’s cool too. So, although I am embarrassed about sending the email to the world, I am happy about our decision. That almost halves the blush on my cheeks as I imagine the coaches reading the email and gasping! Oh well, my summer is calmer and maybe in the fall we’ll be ready for another round of competitive gymnastics. Or maybe not. Anyway, I hope you have stories of comfort about how you’ve done similar things. Because all my husband had to say was “That was dumb.” I promise I’ll never laugh at another misplaced email again. Okay, that is probably not true. I usually laugh and feel sympathetic in equal portions.
7 responses so far ↓
1 Andrea // Jun 20, 2007 at 4:52 pm
Oh, i do dumb stuff every day. then try to spin it humourously for the blog.
And if that’s a hosta leaf, then I would believe how big it is. I have one in my yard that would swallow a small child.
2 karen // Jun 20, 2007 at 7:08 pm
Been there, done that. I survived too! Computers need an “retract” button. I have a fake “panic” button on my keyboard, I often wish it really worked.
3 christine // Jun 21, 2007 at 8:14 am
Yeah, I’ve done things like that too. I’ll try to come up with a post about it on my blog. Don’t hold your breath, though, haven’t been much on blogging lately.
4 JoVE // Jun 21, 2007 at 7:42 pm
I’ve done similar things in the past. Can’t remember specifics at the moment. But you are not alone. (Though it is also dumb. As it was when I did it.)
5 kim // Jun 22, 2007 at 3:59 pm
I think it is a hosta. I see none of you have any stories as humiliating to share. Haha.
6 Kate // Jun 23, 2007 at 3:14 pm
That’s my worst nightmare! I’ve never sent an email to the wrong person/people by accident yet, but every time I hit “send” i sort of panic thinking I didn’t look at the “To” field all that carefully when it could have auto completed the wrong address for me. I feel for ya.
7 Summer // Jun 26, 2007 at 2:57 pm
I think its my job around the house to do thigns that will embarrass me later. LOL You’re definitely not alone.
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