I mentioned being fuzzy headed to someone this morning, and I know a huge part of my inability to think has to do with all the stuff I’ve been dealing with lately. It just comes with the territory, but I didn’t know how bad it truly was until I started going through my email.
My daughter-in-law in Okinawa had sent me a Mother’s Day poem, and as I read it, it finally dawned on me that I wouldn’t have enough time to mail her a card. (She’s mother to three of my grandchildren and doing a great job!)
I hated that I let the date slip up on me, but I reminded myself that she’s used to me never getting cards to her on time. Especially birthday cards. I usually have a card bought and then forget to mail it until her actual birthday comes around. I know. It makes no sense, but that’s how my mind tends to operate.
Then it hit me. Her birthday was May 6, TWO DAYS AGO, and I still haven’t even bought her a card. Not only that, but today is my granddaughter’s (my daughter’s daugher’s) 17th birthday. Did grandma get her a card or in any other way remember it? Heck no! I’d been telling people her birthday was coming up, but somehow it got here a lot quicker than I was ready for.
I sent my daughter-in-law a groveling email apology and text messaged my husband to remind him about both birthdays in case, like me, he’s forgotten.
Our granddaughter’s birthday can be salvaged, if I work quickly enough. My daughter-in-law, on the other hand, is too far away, and her day has come and gone. Something tells me the money I usually tuck in her card will be doubled this year…
If it’s any consolation, my head has been fuzzy too. Worse, the package of birthday goodies I sent my mother a week late just arrived on my doorstep. The mailman delivered it to the FROM address, instead of the TO address. Like I didn’t have problems enough on my own.