Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Fake it til you make it . . .

Left the Id at Cheer practice the other day!  In my defense, I thought daddy had her and he thought I had her . . . but, the sad part, we were sitting inches away from each other at the Ego's softball game and neither of us realized that the other hadn’t gone and picked up the Id. 

Nana just put this in her custody file, but in my defense, I would like to remind her of the time circa 1987 when she put Sir in charge of picking up me and my sister and brother from school.  Lets just say that was my first experience in walking home!

At the moment I realized we were late for picking up the Id, I was reading an e-mail from a friend who said “I don’t know how you keep it all straight, I only have two kids and I can’t keep track.”  After I caught my breath from racing to pick up the Id, I e-mailed back and said “I actually don’t keep track, I just fake it really well!”

And so, I decided to share a few confessions about some recent incidents and how you know you’re distracted and overcommitted: