Procrastination and the Lost Child

I am on a mailing list called The WV Gabbers.  A nice group of people.  They like to talk about anything.  One day, they were talking about being neat and organized around the home and how much they don't mind doing dishes in spite of the fact, they have a dishwasher.  I kept reading but I finally had to tell them honestly about me...

I probably shouldn't have said this, but I am one of three sisters and I am a slob.  Well, not a slob so much as being disorganized.  You might still consider me that way today.  You should
see  my desk.  One second thought, you really can't see my desk.  I haven't seen the top of it for a few months.  I asked my girls where is such and such.  They tell me that it is on my desk.  "OH-KAY!"  Maybe I can buy a  new one rather than looking for it under all of papers and books on my desk.

I really can relate to Scarlet O'Hara's philosophy, I will think about it tomorrow.  After all, tomorrow is another day.  A wonderful woman.  Scarlet is my heroine.

Yes, I do put my dishwasher through it's full potential.  It hasn't failed me.  Ah, modern appliances.  I do love them so.

I did lose a kid once.  I arrived home from classes in a town 24 miles from me to find my husband, home early, and my older daughter greating me at the door.  I had forgotten that it was the first day of school for her.  I asked my husband where the 3-year-old was.  He thought that she was with me and I thought that she was home with him.  I panicked. 

My husband searched the river.  I was in the hayfield looking.  The older girl was looking under the house for the younger girl.  I was thinking the worse, such as she fell on the rocks in the river and was bleeding.  It was very upsetting. 

Finally, the older child asked me if Mandy could be at the baby-sitter's.  A sigh of relief came over me and also a moment of "stupid" hit me hard like a brick.  I quickly drove my car over to the baby-sitters to collect my little girl.  I gave her a hug and a kiss and told the baby-sitter about the horrendous time we had looking for her.  Meantime, my oldest got out of the car to talk to her friend.  I got back into the car and headed for home.  My husband asked where Samantha was.  I put my hands up to my face and yelled "OH NO!"  I forgot her.

By the time I got back to at the baby-sitter's, the whole family was roaring with laughter because I had forgotten another child.  The problem was, my husband came home early, Samantha came home on the bus and no one bothered to pick up the baby.

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