Lately I feel like I’ve lost my brain. I mean, more than usual:
I left money in the car to get stolen. (Peach-buying money. Enough said.)
I bought things and then lost them. (Ink cartridges. Tom’s Mom visited us this weekend and after listening to me go on and on, she asked if I had prayed about it. So I did, and prayer doesn’t work!)
I forgot dental appointments. (Lucy needs three fillings; I’ve bribed her with getting her ears pierced as soon as she can fill out an entire month chart of brushing and flossing without reminder. I rescheduled her appointment, but then the tooth fairy took three nights to remember to make a visit, and it was Tom even then. Do they do dentures for almost-6-year olds?)
I procrastinated the safety and emissions testing for the van’s registration renewal until six hours before it expired. (And then didn’t have a way to print out the registration certificate or temporary tags, see “ink cartridges” above.)
I forgot well visits when arranging playdates. (We made it to Molly’s two-year appointment thanks to Angelica. Molly is in the 50th percentile for height, and 10th percentile for weight, all vaccinated up, still/again nursing.)
We missed singing to Tom on his birthday and having him blow out candles (after he made his own rhubarb-peach cobbler and everything)! He bought his own presents (thorn-resistant tubes for his bike) and Lucy wrapped them in a pillowcase!
Can we start September over?
At least school is going well: teachers are nice, friends are friendly, homework is easy if annoying.
I am so committed to the idea of not over-scheduling, and yet I find that the one activity I encourage the girls to do requires a lot of time in the pool (and in the car on the way to the pool).
Just when the thought of starting the laundry threatens to overwhelm, it’s noon-thirty. And do you know what happens at noon-thirty at our house?