Just got a call from the woman who babysits for me one Saturday night a month asking what time she should come over tonight.
Come over tonight?
Yeah, I totally forgot that tonight was my night off. I remembered that we have a one-year-old birthday party to go to this afternoon, I remembered to make the dip for the party this morning, I remembered to pick up groceries during lunch on Friday, I remembered to do laundry last night, I remembered to do all manner of other mundane and boring things and yet I forgot that I had a night off. I'm so focused on getting through the day to day that anything outside that—even a good thing—throws me for a loop lately.
Not only do I have a night off, but I have plans! I'm going to a friend's surprise 40th birthday party. Good times, and a nice change of pace.
Here's hoping that the Ri-Man goes down OK for the sitter and sleeps like he has been sleeping for the past few nights. We seem to be more or less back on track with the sleeping, and I admit that I'm worried about rocking the boat by throwing the sitter into the mix. The kids do love the sitter, though, so hopefully we'll be OK? Maybe? Please? In any case, I will be talking with adults and drinking beer and that will be great. And the sitter does things like laundry and cooking, so I don't even have to play catch-up on an evening of missed chores. Waaaaa-hooooooooo!