Tell my Dad a number, and he'll recite it back to you, many moons later. Pick a date, any date, and my Mom will have some trivia up for grabs. And my sister, well, she remembers what she wore on the first day of school, each year.
I have a few parlor tricks myself; my memory has served me well. But because I have been running on empty lately, and because I am touching papers 37 times, I decided it was time to take action, put some old management skills to work for me.
Over the weekend, I put a new file folder in my kitchen to catch papers from the school. Then, I stocked up on post-it notes, to save me from having to keep track of so many details.
A kid's gotta eat. (That's teriyaki chicken. It doesn't look so good here.)
A boy's gotta get an education.
Or perhaps, a washcloth. Geez, Zack. What a mess.
Like she'd give it a rest...
We're giving it a whirl. Next stop, Flylady...
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