Forget me not.

Not too long ago some close friends of ours were blessed with a handsome baby boy. Being their first child their lives are full of all kinds of adjustments. One night I arrived on their doorstep with supper in hand. Coming from experience, I knew that meals are always appreciated. So as we shared a few words right inside of their front door I mentioned something and they both looked at one another and burst out laughing that they had forgotten all about it. I snickered to myself and said to both of them "ahhh, welcome to the land of parenthood, you from this day forward will forget almost everything!"

Some days I think I do pretty good. I remember the most important things and keep my kids alive and partially clean. I tend to forget things people mention to me like "hey, I'll drop by on Sunday" or "can you bring me the _____" or "Does this day for this thing work for you" If I reply yes, chances are I am lying.

But I will admit yesterday was a particularly difficult day. I am feeling overwhelmed a lot lately and can't seem to get it together. It's amazing how stress clouds your head. Mornings are particularly bad as I am not a morning person, nor will I ever be. But, Monday morning it was, I was getting breakfasts, getting Joseph to get dressed for school and brush his teeth, daycare kids were coming in the door, Trent & daycare boy were wanting to go downstairs to play, Joseph was getting ready to head out the door to catch his bus, toques were being looked for, backpacks were being assessed for proper school items and lunch. Just about then is when I heard Addie on the monitor rousing in her crib. I run upstairs and get her, change her diaper and put some clothes on her. Come back downstairs, get Joseph out the door, get daycare kids organized and their weekly drop off of belongings stashed (if not the two 1 year olds will have them strewn about in random pieces in no time flat). Before I know it Addie and daycare boy are wanting to come downstairs and play. Sure. Down we head.
Unbeknownst to me come lunch time Addie is shoving food in faster than water would spew if the gates to the Hoover Dam were to let loose. That is when it dawns on me.... What did Addie have for breakfast??? Oh right. NOTHING!! Shit. What kind of Mother am I???

I resolve to myself to try harder, be more organized and get things done. Put all things on our colour coded calendar.

So, Tuesday rolls around and daycare Dad walks in and gives me preschoolers backpack "Here is his bag for preschool and his costume is in there."

HUH?? Costume?? For what???

Oh for crying out loud it's Halloween Day at preschool. Thank goodness when digging around the other day I found a spider man costume that Trent has glommed on to. "Uhh ya, we'll just throw this in your backpack Trent and you can be spider man this year OK???" Thankfully, he was good with that.

If I show up at Christmas with a orange pumpkin bucket and yell "trick or treat" just go with it.