It’s not Friday.
It’s Sunday afternoon.
I had every intention of tuning into the #fmfparty Thursday after workout class and after ball and after the boys were in bed. But I forgot. I think I got engrossed in a book, or maybe an episode of Law & Order Special Victims, and it totally slipped my mind.
IMAGINE that, me being forgetful.
One of the things I do best these days is forget.
I forget to pick up cheese at the grocery store, or get gas on the way home or to get the wet pool towels out of the back of the car.
I use lists to help me remember but sometimes I even forget the things that need to be added to the lists.
If it weren’t for my calendars I’d never be at all the places I need to be.
I even recently put in my calendar the date my friend’s baby was due … so I wouldn’t forget.
I sometimes enlist my kids to help me with my forgetfulness. I asked Finn this morning to remind me later today to vacuum a certain part of the house.
So on that note, my five minutes are up.
I should go vacuum.
Before I forget.