Always remember you are…

I have something I need to confess. I like to scare my children. And not just my kids. If I hear them coming, I’ll hide and when they least expect it I jump out at them and they scream. And I laugh and laugh and laugh. I know…mother of the year, right? I have a friend who used to do this to her son so much that one time he looked at her and said, “Why do you hate me?” Of course she reminded him she loved him and always would, but he just wasn’t feelin’ it. Sometimes I’ve gone through seasons…

Remind yourself to remember…

Back in the day, I didn’t forget anything. I remembered dates and numbers. I didn’t need a calendar or lists to remember things. Of course, that was B.K. Before Kids and busy schedules. These days, I forget things. I forget to thaw meat for dinner. I forget to take the library books back. I forget to pick my kids up from school. Just ask them. They’ll tell you. I’ve forgotten more than once. I work at home and will get into a project and wham! It’s 10 minutes past time. Or twenty. And I get the call…”Mom, are you coming to get us?” Whoops! I forgot. It really is easy to do. Can I get a witness? (Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s ever forgotten her kids.) I need to remind myself to remember…