OK...on second thought...probably not.
But I do try.
The other night as I was going to bed, I walked into the office where Daddy was working and asked if He was coming to bed or if He intended to keep working.
He thought for a few seconds but then decided to send me on to bed. However, before I walked out of the room, He handed me a bill and said that it needed to be taken care first thing the next morning.
Since I was already upstairs, I carried it into the bedroom and laid it down on the dresser.
You already see where this is going, don't you?
|Actually, I already found out the next is really your eyesight!|
What makes this whole story even worse is that when I got into bed, I thought...Self, you should really not be lazy. Just go ahead and take that downstairs and put it in your purse because you are going to FORGET it. Self said "nah...we'll be extra sure to remember in the morning."
Well, just as I suspected, I was sitting at my desk about mid-morning when it hit me.
Oh gosh...I forgot!!
No, problem though. I would just wait for one of the kids to get home from school, call them and have them read the phone number and invoice number to me over the phone and then I would call and get that thing taken care of.
I even gave myself a little pat on the back for my super ninja problem solving skills!
Haha...that is until I got that lunch time phone call. You know the one. It's the one when your significant other, calmly and casually, inserts into an otherwise completely normal conversation that you are in trouble.
Oh crap...He must have seen it laying on the dresser when He was getting ready for work.
I launch into my explanation about how I was going to handle it and at some point I just stopped mid-sentence.
Wait...did you already take care of it?
Shit <squeaky voice in my head>
But I really did have a plan to take care of it. I promise I was going to...blah blah blah.
Oh, hell...I might as well face it. This wasn't working. The only thing I heard from the other end of the line was Him smiling as I continued to dig this hole 6 feet deep.
I finally just admitted I screwed up.
Next time, someone please remind me NOT to listen to that devious little voice in my head, the one that wants to pretend I don't have a shit memory.
We'll see how much this one costs me!