This is -- in addition to being a bad photo and poor handwriting -- my life!
Every night I end up hurriedly scrawling a few things on a post it note, slapping it on the door to the garage, and hoping it doesn't fall off during the night. Because if it did fall off -- well I'm sure to forget something.
It's a combination of more details to remember, less room in my brain, and some kind of of bio-chemical change since I had that second baby. I just can't remember things like I used to and it drives me nuts.
This particular night I need to remember:
- snack (for Zander's school), which each family brings about twice a month;
- lunch, which I bring to work daily (and am saving boatloads of money by doing so). Aside: why didn't anyone tell me about this trick before?
- my briefcase (self-explanatory); and
- the all-important pumping stuff, without which I would be very, very uncomfortable and Cassandra would have nothing to drink.
Doesn't seem like so much now that I write it out. I know, I know. Spend less time blogging. But then, what would I complain about?