The mind is the first thing to go...
A few weeks ago, I signed Daddy and me up for a Beyond Consequences Live seminar. It is given by an author (Heather T. Forbes) who deals with parenting kids who've lived through trauma. I have been SO excited for this. I just got her book in the mail yesterday, and I can't wait to read it.
So, I signed us up for the March 7th seminar and put it on the calendar for February 7th.
I promptly made babysitting arrangements for February 7th. I had to change arrangements at one point. The boys have the annual Boy Scout Freeze-Out Campout on February 7th. One of my best friends has a baby shower on February 7th.
Yesterday, I checked the email confirmation and looked up the map of the location. It was sponsored by the Churchill Academy on Municipal Center Drive. I know right where it is. It's the brick building right there on the frontage road (10 minutes from home)
We've been preparing Cupcake all week that she would spend the WHOLE DAY Saturday with Grammy and Grandpa.
I had plenty of opportunities to double-check that date...but I didn't.
So, this morning, we wake up early to get the boys off to their camping trip. We pop the girls out of bed and rush them around to get ready. As we're pulling into Grammy's, I realize I forgot the email confirmation. "That's okay," I think. I'm sure we're signed up and I know right where it is.
We get out the door a little late, but arrive in plenty of time for the seminar. A month early, in fact.
We wait around, because the doors are locked. There are people going in, but they obviously work there, because they have the code to get in the door. Finally, I ask a lady going in. She didn't know anything about it, but maybe I was mistaken and it is next door at the Municipal Center, which also happens to be a brick building on the frontage road. By now, I'm pretty much mad that I forgot the email confirmation. I'm second-guessing what I remembered about the email. Was it sponsored by the school, but located at the Municipal Center on Municipal Center Drive... or was it? ...argh!!!
So we go next door.
No luck there.
We call my father-in-law and ask him to look it up on the website.
That's when I realized my mistake.
So, we proceed to Wal-Mart, where I need to get a pair of glasses. I picked up my prescription yesterday, so we're all set....I thought. We spend an hour looking and deciding. Then the lady begins to write up the papers. Then she notices my prescription expired in November. I was sure it was a new prescription in June. I always write the date I change my contacts on the box, so I know how long it's been and when to change them. The first date on the box was July, so I got them in June....right?
It was the second box of my prescription. Each box lasts 6 months.
So, now I need a new eye exam. And I'm desperate for glasses. My old ones broke in half about 2 weeks ago, but I just haven't had time to find new ones.
Anyway, I left Wal-Mart totally deflated and terribly insecure in my brain's ability to get anything right.
On a positive note...I love my husband. He just shakes his head and smiles.
Blessings to you,
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