I have a one-track mind. That’s no secret. I’ve been so totally focused on Merrick and getting him in to see the neurosurgeon that I’ve pretty much forgotten anything and everything else. My poor baby had to get his 2-month shots today. He was fine, but my heart was broken. By the way, we’ve got a consultation appointment set for this Tuesday at 3:00 p.m.
See what I mean?
Cheyenne’s going to camp Sunday and I haven’t even thought about packing. Now that I mention it, I still need to run to the store to pick her up a few neccessities.
Mia’s first day of preschool is fast approaching and she’s partying hard at 10:00 at night. I’d better start adjusting her schedule. Plus I ought to worry about the long, long list of school supplies the local newspaper has so graciously provided over a month early. I’ll most likely still wait until the last minute to buy everything.
I somehow managed to remember to renew our tags last month (on June 30th at 4:30 p.m.) but it slipped my mind to actually apply the new stickers to our cars.
And worst of all, we were bone dry on coffee this morning, because I forgot to buy it yesterday while I was out. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…
Caleb’s birthday was yesterday. I think he was quite satisfied with the ice-cream cake I finally tracked down at Cold Stone Creamery. FYI that place is proud of their cakes, lemme tell you. For what I paid I expected that cake to get up and clean my house.