Seriously, I'd just lose my brain. I'd leave it somewhere. I'd forget about it. I'd go looking for it and wonder, "What the hell did I do with that?" "I know I must have had it earlier, cause I have shoes on. They just didn't climb on my feet themselves. But where the hell is it?"
This is how I feel right now. My mind is so cluttered and clogged from the holidays and the year and life that I can't keep anything straight. I thought it was that movie last night that threw me off. I'm thinkin', maybe it's just me in general.
The kids went to winter camp. That's right, WINTER CAMP. It's the best thing invented since...well... I'd have to say, summer camp. Summer camp comes right after boxed wine on God's list of inventions. Winter Camp is actually a brainstorm of such intelligence it sometimes astounds me. Winter's not summer. The pools not open. It's cold (usually, it's kind of nice here now). Winter is so much more of a "I'm bored," time. "Can you drive me? To Ethans? To Victorias? To Amandas? To Trevors? To Sarah's? To Lindsays? To Jakes?" Camp takes all that away. You drop them off, a big shiny bus comes and get's them and their WAY to overpacked duffles and whisks them off to the Chesapeake. Now sure, there is no water skiing or sailing, there is however, camp fires and Winter Olympics and Ropes course and Movie nights and more!
So what am I complaining about? Really nothing except the fact that I just am kind of an idiot at times. I dropped the kids off at the bus and a friend is picking them up with her child. I thought they would be back at 4 today. I've been waiting and waiting. Rushed home to greet them. 4.45 rolled around, not here. 5.15 came and went. I played on the computer. Cleaned. Ate some hummus. Laughed with my brother on the phone. 6.20, not yet. I decided to call my friend and ask if the bus was late. Her husband answered her cell phone, I knew it was him but I still said, "Elizabeth?" Um, hint number one, Amy's not completely with it. The scary part is my friend works for NASA. Me, the yoga teacher is pretty much clueless. "Did she pick the kids up yet?" I asked her husband. Pause. Big pause. "Um, Amy, that's not til tomorrow." "No," I say. "It's the 30th." In a very kind voice I am informed that today is the 29th. How 'bout that? Well, next year, I'll be more with it. There's another resolution. Now I'm up to four. Counting cards is also one of them.