So I had a topic all ready to post about today and I have completely forgotten what I wanted to say. Fortunately, this lapse in memory has helped me to find my new topic du jour…I forget things. Sweet mercy I forget things. I’ve never been this forgetful in my life. I knew it was a side effect of pregnancy, but had no idea it was also a side effect of being a Mommy too.
I guess you could think this is funny, but it’s also a huge pain in the butt. I write things down (when I’m feeling organized and efficient) and then of course I forget to read the damn notes. (My moments of organization and efficiency obviously do not last as long as they should.) I ask my sweet B to remind me of some things, but then he forgets to remind me and that just makes me annoyed at him – when I should actually be annoyed at myself since I forgot to begin with! Sorry B!
So, where does that leave me? I would love an assistant, but that isn’t going to happen in this lifetime. Blake is too young to help remind me of things. I guess I’m just going to have to make do with only getting half of things done I wanted to accomplish. Phew- that my friends, is easier said than done. I’ve never been one to drop balls – they might bounce occasionally, but never ever do they stop bouncing. Until now.
So now the proverbial ball has dropped and I’m sitting on my hands so I don’t try to grab at it. OH it’s killing me. There you have it. I’m a control freak who had to lose my freak. I’m now just a tired Mommy who recalls she put laundry in the washing machine, but can’t remember if she added the soap. But I’m fairly confident than I didn’t turn it on. So there’s that.
Happy Tuesday Ya’ll!
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