I have the worst memory and my life is like one big game of Concentration. God has created the perfect storm of conflict in my life, and if it were interesting, then I'd be a great novel. School started this week. Do you know how you have to have all those papers (like 84 a kid) for the new school year and fill out your address, their doctor, orthodontist info a million times?

Well, multiply that by four.

Add in a move. 1/2 family items are in one house. 1/2 in the other. The second half is boxed. Here's the a.m.:

"Mom, I need a picture of myself." The pictures are packed. I have baby pictures, but at 15 he's not having it. So I rip out a picture from his school scrapbook. Done. Next.

"I can't find any socks." This is a hard one because the half that are packed are mated. The ones here, not so much. "Oh it doesn't matter if your socks match. Put them on." Done. Next.

"Mom, everything is printing out with your books on the back. Where's the fresh paper?" That's easy. It's at the other house. "We're green in this household, environmental. We can't be wasting fresh paper on every assignment, she'll deal." But I found some in the garage. YAY!

But here's my favorite. I finally hooked up the printer to the wireless account, so that the kids can print from any computer, and this morning, the cartridge ran out. Now you know how small a cartridge is right? "Just take your USB with you and the fuzzy gray paper, tell her we're moving." Have a heart.

Then, DH calls. He's at the new house. Cable guy is there wanting to hook up an extra TV for $5 more!! "But I saved $5 on another package, it's a wash." He says to the guy, "Oh it's okay. Yeah, bring her in."

LOL Heaven is going to look, sound and smell like a spa and I won't have to remember my own name.

Labels: memory, moving