A puff of dust blew out the door of the office as the busy mom walked in. She saw a chair covered in a few stray papers. Mom starts a basic inventory of surroundings. Some dust, lots of papers and a picture of a dragon on the wall along with a few others. Various name plates were strewn across the office rather inadvertently, making it very unclear who is actually in “charge” of the place. Mom decides that the person(s) in charge of the office must lead a very busy life much like her own.
Since the kids are back in school, the busy writing mom decides to dig in her pack of mom stuff and get out the travel Swiffer duster. After carefully dusting the pictures and nameplates, mom debates on whether to attempt to organize papers. “Nah, I don’t think so,” she thought to herself. “After all, everyone has their own organization system, whatever this may be.” Mom opts for the next best thing and carefully moves the few papers off the chair to sit down after arranging them so she knew exactly which papers she moved to put back on the chair when she left.
With another dig through the Mom pack she pulls out a pen and paper and begins to write something for the person(s) in charge.
Busy lives we all seem to lead,
Rushing about at breakneck speed
Some of us have kids and spouses,
Jobs to pay for cars and houses,
Demanding boss, crazy hours
No time to smell the flowers
Attending concerts and games
Washing laundry with awful stains
Dinner and dirty dishes
Fulfilling copious wishes
In many circles we must run
Attempting to get it all done
When plans do suddenly alter
We try to withstand the falter
In other words I know you’re busy, don’t worry about getting back to me in a hurry.
Sincerely ,
Busy writing mom
(Aka: Delilah, in some circles)
Mom finds some string and a hook and hangs the note from the ceiling so that the next person that comes in will find the note easily. She puts the papers that were removed from the chair exactly as they were and heads out the door, with the intention of stopping by again later.