I basically feel that way often. I will be going about my day, thinking it's Tuesday and then find out it's actually Wednesday - or worse, Monday!
Summer makes that feeling even more prominent. Since the kids don't have any place to be and my schedule allows me to be uber flexible, I have to make a concerted effort to know the day. I bought a fancy-schmancy agenda to keep all of my crazy plans in check. Also, I have to know things like "When do the kids have karate?" "Is today gear day?" "What am I going to write about this week?"
And that brings me to today... I totally spaced on the day. I try to post on Tuesdays and Fridays. But the 3-day weekend threw me off.
I asked the kids what I should write about. It's been one of those weeks where I have been a tired Mommy - not a Pinterest-inspired, creative monster Mom. And I had to look for writing inspiration. Rea told me to write about the 4th of July. Good idea!
Happy 4th of July
I have always loved the 4th. This year we planned to go to the same party we always attend. The four of us hung out all day - mostly in the pool. It was one of those days when the kids just did NOT get along. You know the one. The day when they can only complain about the other's existence. The day when they only exist to bug, pester, and annoy the other. The day when there is so much crying and whining you want to bash your head into the wall to relieve the tension.
We told the kids to cut it out. I'd like to tell you that we are such amazing parents, that we only had to ask once, or that we have our parenting down to a science... but that'd be a flat out lie. We repeatedly warned them to stop fighting. We threatened missing out on the party at Momma D's. They continued. Finally we said, "Well, we are not going to the party tonight."
That stopped the fighting. They went into their proverbial corners and remained pretty calm and quiet. (I have to admit, there was a little part of me that was happy Stu witnessed the Crazy.)
Then it came time to get ready for the party. Stu and I discussed it. And we decided we had to miss it. We said we were not going, and we really needed to stick to our word. This was going to stink (for us too).
There is little I like more than a holiday! Something about the energy of the day makes me giddy.