BAB09's Journal

I took the girls to "Meet the Teacher" this morning fom 9-12.  They got their schedules, met their teachers, tried out their lockers. I volunteered for and hour selling PTA memberships while they mingled with other kids and memorized where their classes were. They were so anxious and excited.

Then we came home, had lunch, and G and I rushed back excitedly to the school to be there by 2:00 for the Middle School "Ice Cream Social" that G has been looking forward to for a month.

But the Ice Cream Social started at 1:00 and ended at 2:00. I had it written down right on my calendar and everything.

I am a loser.

I keep doing things like this, and I'm tired of saying "I'm sorry" to the girls. They always say "It's ok", but I can see their disappointment.

When I tell husband later, he will just make jokes about how forgetful I am, and everyone will laugh.  The problem is, I keep doing it - forgetting things, going the wrong way, losing things, misplacing things.  I've been blaming it all on the stresses that Son brings me, but I can't do that forever, it's pathetic.