Once upon a time I could keep my schedule straight and got everyone where they needed to go. I had time for myself, too. Everything ran smoothly.
It was easier when the kids were young and they didn’t do as much. I knew when the next doctor or dentist appointment was, or whose turn it was to host a play group.
But lately life is out of control. I need a calendar and a planner to help my memory keep up, and I’m barely hanging on.
I hit the wall this afternoon and missed an important appointment because I forgot to write it down — because I was probably catering to someone else at the time.
It’s especially frustrating because I have tried to make myself a priority this year. I scheduled personal doctors’ appointments, started playing more tennis (which I love), seeing more movies, and finally, after nine months of pain from a fall, arranged to get physical therapy on my knee.
That was a big one, since I’ve been lugging one child to her physical therapy sessions since the summer. What an irony.
Lately, life is a blur of drivers ed and cheerleading, the orthodontist, and the orthopedist. Friends and dates and rides to the mall. And somehow running a business and a home, at times, admittedly, like a gerbil on a wheel.
So today, the calendar said kickboxing. I drove my son there. Then shopped with him for weightlifting supplies and got him a haircut. I felt I was forgetting something. But no idea what. (See related post on memory loss.)
I came home and walked the dog, made some calls, got my daughter from the bus, and then played back a message from the physical therapist that I’d missed our first appointment.
I love my family and want them active and involved, but this is crazy. One child will be driving soon, which should help. But overall, I’m lost in a nuthouse. Is it the same for anyone else out there?