Seriously though. I forgot I had to post here today. Okay, I didn't actually forget because I had it written down on my calendar and I'd written a blog post and I kept thinking to myself earlier in the week "must remember to post on Thursday." But then yesterday came and the Anzac holiday really threw me off. I kept thinking it was Saturday. And then when hubby got up and went to work today, my mind told me "Monday" and I kept trying to do Monday things, only to tell myself "DUH its Thursday."
So I had no idea what day of the week it was, and had many things on my mind; emails I need to send to people. The fact that I couldn't remember the last time I mopped the kitchen floor and how my shoes squeaked every time I walked across it because it was so sticky (I just finished the marathon of all sweeping/vacuuming/mopping triathlons). The fact that the dust bunnies in the corners were starting to breed smaller dust bunnies that were floating across the floor when a strong enough wind blew. The lovely drawing one of my kids did in the inch of dust coating the book shelves. The bills I have to pay today. The fact that my kids cleaned out my wallet so when I went to the Post Office I didn't have any gold or silver coins and had to eftpos four dollars (which the man behind the counter was REALLY impressed about). The fact I had to remember to pick my kids up from two different places at two different times and not get them mixed up (done that before!). Things I have to do for the kinder committee. Things I have to do for my local writer's group committee. At some point this week I'd like to fit in some yoga, but its already Thursday.... THURSDAY! Oh my god, I'm supposed to be on the DSDU blog. AHHHH!
Is this sounding familiar? This is a pretty typical day for me. I feel awful about it, but I forget to do things all the time. I really think people must believe I'm just a flighty, irresponsible person who can't manage to follow through on the things I promise to do. But underneath all these things I have going on, I'm also always thinking about my manuscript/storyline/characters/editing/ideas for future projects. And its damned distracting. One day recently I forgot to go meet my BFF for coffee and she raced over here, kids (including a newborn baby) and all to check I was okay. I was, it had slipped my mind that I was meant to meet her and she caught me my oldest, ugliest clothes scrubbing the bathroom tiles. Boy was I embarrassed that day.
I keep telling myself I will be more organized, that I can get on top of this craziness and be a goddess of organization. Cool, calm, collected and with my hair brushed every single day! I have a calendar, a diary, reminders in my phone, sticky notes placed strategically around the house, yet still things slip through the cracks and that one thing I miss makes me feel bad for ages after its all said and done.
So I want to know about everyone else. Who else has Extreme Unorganizationitis? What do you forget or neglect in your life to keep up with everything else?
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On the planet Kanaan, Jiovahnie Dorrian, the Marques of Gryffin, walks a fine line between keeping his place in society amongst the Ruling Families, and his ancestral legacy of being a warlord. Though he'd rather stay camped in the Borderlands with his men, when his cousin, the Duque of Harkin is to be married, it’s the event of the season. One he can't miss. After all, the duque expects him to be the best man. But Vahn doesn't anticipate his best man duties to include fetching his cousin's bride when an enemy attempts to abduct her.
Lady Gwynevive Tyne isn't the wilting Miss society expects her to be. And when mercenaries attack her traveling party on the way to her intended husband's home, she does what any self-respecting girl should — tries to steal the enemy's ship to escape. But before she can get away with the reckless plan, a warrior turns up claiming to be sent by her fiancé. He dresses like a mercenary and his silvery, metal-gray eyes make her heart beat a little too fast.