If It Wasn't Screwed On...

So last week, I took my daughter to dance class.  Except dance class didn't start until this week.

So today, I told myself a million times that she had dance tonight.  Guess what?  I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO BRING HER!

Here's the thing, I can't accept that I just forgot and as a friend told me , she has a million more classes, it's not a big deal.  It's seriously bothering me.  It's like my brain completely betrayed me and I am in no mood to forgive it.

Now , in my defense, I had a very busy day.  I helped a good friend prepare for an upcoming yard sale.  I made it home just in time to get my daughter off the bus.  We did the usual after school stuff and I headed upstairs to shower and get ready for my daughter's open house.

We were eating dinner before heading out when my daughter suddenly said, "Oh! Dance."

It was almost as if I could not even comprehend what she was saying and then suddenly I yelled, "For the love of RayJay, I forgot to bring her to dance!"  (This is what I yell in frustration, I never watched the show with RayJay, you know the singer Brandi's brother, who had a reality show where ladies tried to date him?  No?  Haha..I don't blame you)

A quick look at the clock revealed that there was indeed 5 minutes left of dance, I had blown it.

Ugh, I hate that.  I am such a schedule freak.  My calendar is a color coded array of activities.  I am the one who keeps this machine running, I am the COO of this family. 

I am still so mad at my brain.  I plan on putting it in a time-out by watching some useless TV and perhaps enjoying an adult beverage.  Maybe killing a few brain cells (is that a true thing?)  will get the others to straighten up and fly right.