OMG, I can’t believe what a dingus I am. Kile just called and said, “Did you forget something this morning?” I immediately wracked my brain. The trash? No, I mentioned that. But we were out of town and not much trash to be picked up so no big that it’s not out. I did make a crack about the diaper and kitchen trash needing to be taken out that was summarily ignored. That wasn’t it. I made my 451Press posts. Liam was in my arms, so its not like I left him out on the front porch or something. Somewhere I had to go? Do? Be? Harry’s school doesn’t start up again until Monday, right?
MOPS. I forgot bleeding MOPS.
It’s the first and third Wednesday of the month. I’ve never forgotten. Further? I’ve never missed a meeting. I’ve been going for four and a half years. Did I miss a meeting when Jackson was born and then buried? Nope. I was there. Did I miss a meeting after I broke my ankle, and had the surgery and was so incredibly hopped up on vicodin that I couldn’t keep my eyes open? Nope. I was there. It’s become something of a running joke, how I never miss a meeting.
Kile works in the 2 year old room, watching the kids while the mom’s play. I was supposed to bring donuts for breakfast. It was our table’s turn to bring food, after all. Forgot. Shoot, Kile even asked for all the MOPS meeting days off of work last month so he even had today off and didn’t know it. By the time we realized, though, it was too late. Kile didn’t see much point in leaving work, since he was there now and he had work to catch up on from not being there yesterday. And by the time I got myself and the boys together and got down there, the meeting would nearly be over.
Forgot. What the freak is the matter with me?? I feel like I’m running around these days like a chicken with it’s head cut off (which, ugh, brings back a rather unpleasant image from “Babel” last night). I can’t believe I forgot MOPS. I never forget MOPS.
God, I suck.
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