He dressed himself, so I didn't bother to tell him the pants don't match and his shirt was on backwards. Looking at the calender for December, I will do anything to make life easier.
Kevin walked in as I filled out the calender for the next month and when he said "Wow, busy," I said not really. But then I looked at each of the days and noticed three activities a day on the weekends and I felt stressed. A lot of fun things are happening in the next few weeks, but having them stacked up, one right after another, zaps the fun. Yet January is wide open.
The state of my dry erase board doesn't help much, with shadows of past events left on each day, many of the days look much busier than they really are. The dry erase calendar is four and a half years old and appears to be at the end of its run. The wipe solution no longer works at all. Some words will erase, but others appear perfectly untouched despite scrubbing and wiping. Kevin suggested nail polish remover to be the answer, but the only things it took off were the "permanent" black lines boxing each day. "Oh, this is a non-acetone nail polish remover," he said, offering an excuse as to why his solution did not live up to the hype. "It's a nonstandard nail polish remover." Excuse me for trying to save the planet.
Unlike Rocket, I try to wear shirts without writing on them. That way no one will know if I put on my shirt backward. My goal is much smaller: take care of the basics. The other day as I drove to swimming, I kept going over everything in my head, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had forgotten something. Then I remembered: a bra and underwear. I wear my swimsuit there, but change in the locker room after Rocket's swim lesson. For the second time in two weeks (!), I had to go home commando. My goal for December is to remember my underwear.