Once upon a time, I was organized. Maybe a little too organized. My own mother threatened to shove my Daytimer up my ass at one point, when she asked when I might be available to do something and I gave her a two-hour window three weeks out. That was my junior year of college.
I still have a Daytimer (nope - can't make the leap to electronic calendars). And I even write stuff in it sometimes. But then I forget to look at it. Which is why I am screwing up a lot of things these days. Like the time I sent Cade to school an hour late on the first day of school because I thought he was only supposed to go for one hour instead of the full three. Turns out, the one-hour deal was for Meet and Greet day. Oops. But hey - I'm sure I can make it up to the school with my uber-volunteering, since at said Meet and Greet day I signed up to work the Christmas party for both of the boys' classes. On the same day. At the same time.
Anyway, my point is that I've been so scatterbrained of late that even my children have very little faith in my memory. Just to be on the safe side, Cade decided to take the bull by the horns tonight and leave me a reminder taped to his school bag.
Just in case you can't read it, it says, "Don't forget to take Cade to choir practice tomorrow (Wednesday). 5 pm. You moron. "