Sanity! Now in Fuchsia.

I’m either ten months late or two months early, because I’m making resolutions, and no one’s even dropped the ball.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I dropped the ball.

And when the ball drops, you just gotta make some changes, even if it’s in the middle of November.

Last week, Chris went out of town on an exotic business trip to the big city of Tuscon, Arizona where he spent four luxurious days eating at the finest restaurants like Applebees and staying in an opulent hotel called the Hampton Inn. He enjoyed exclusive control of the remote and leisurely whine-free dinners. “It’s not like I’m running off to Vegas with my best friend,” he jokingly reminded me before he left. Touche, jerk.

Meanwhile, back in Tijuana, I was home with the boys. And losing my mind, I mean, my lists and stuff. And when momma loses her lists, chaos ensues.

I forgot about show and tell, and that made Benjy “sad.”

I forgot about Andrew’s 18 month check up that I had just rescheduled from the last time that I forgot about it. He’s 20 months old.

I remembered my own doctor’s appointment, but I forgot the date and time.

And it all just spiraled from there. The more I remembered, the more I forgot.

So I vowed to get better organized. Google calendar wasn’t cutting it anymore. It was time to go old school. I needed a day planner, and I needed it now.

Have you ever tried to buy a day planner that starts in November? Or even to find a day planner that starts earlier than January of the new year in the eleventh month of the old year? It’s just about impossible to do. I guess there’s just not much market for the procrastinator’s planner.

In the end, I persevered, even though the first three times I went to a store, I forgot to look for one. Shiny things distract me.  Two more stores and lots of digging later, I am the proud owner of a fuchsia student planner. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but it’ll do.

Now if I could just find a pen.