I'm not very good at asking for help. What, you too?!? I know, me too!!! Is there anything I can do to help?!? Anyone I should call?!? I know people.
Aaaaaanyway, my SIL was over the other day. I'm not sure which one, exactly. I mean, I knew which SIL (she was in my wedding and everything) exactly which day it was, not so much.
They all sort of blend into a muted shade of "What the hell day is it, anyway?"
Aaaaaand, we just came off a long weekend, which means I swore Tuesday...was really Monday...at least half a dozen times before my second cup of coffee, even.
Ummmmmm, what was I saying?
[glances at wall calendar]
OH YEAH!!! Sooooo, my SIL asks me about my youngest daughter's next softball game and I'm all, like, she plays softball?!?
Heh, just kidding. I like messing with people. Which makes me calculatingly indecisive...albeit, equally annoying...and I really didn't know when her next softball game was...lack of surprise, notwithstanding.
"It's on Wednesday, Aunt Pat."
Thankfully, as the youngest of four, Hope is used to my NOT knowing this sort of stuff (off the top of my head, anyways) which is why I make sure to leave several pencils (with erasers intact) by our wall calendar and at least all of us can pretty much...you know...read Hope's writing, without much trouble.
"Isn't my dentist appointment on Wednesday?"
Seems my son has been keeping tabs on his schedule, as well, the little traitor.
"Sooooo, we'll be a little late to the game."
I can't be the ONLY one realizing that their car is running on empty (AGAIN!) a little too late, right?!? RIGHT?!?
"I can take Hope to her game."
So, for the first time in, like, never, I took my SIL up on her offer to help with a solid, "Maybe, I'll let you know, okay?" and, well, it's nice to know someone has my back.
I mean, other than my husband Garth (poor guy, I knew him well or at least four times anyway) nah'mean.
"Do you need me to pick up Hope for softball, today?"
My SIL just texted me a few minutes ago and, well, seeing as these last weeks of school are about to get a little crazier (more than usual, I mean) I really do appreciate her continued confidence in my knowing whether or not Hope has a softball game...let alone, remembering what the hell day it is...I truly do treasure my SIL.
"Oh, no, thanks, that was yesterday."
Suprisingly, I made it home from the dentist's office AND was able to get Hope to the game in time to notice that there were two different t-shirt colors on the playing field and one of them was...you know...NOT hers.
THERE WAS NO GAME YESTERDAY...IT'S REALLY TODAY...YO!!!
"Besides, Garth (not his real name) already promised to take her tonight."
Because, I'm helpful like that.
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