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Whoops 21 April, 2006

Posted by possum in Relationships.
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I did something I thought I would never do on Saturday. Rather I didn't do something.

I got up Saturday morning and got the family ready for a day at a tennis tournament that my husband and I were playing. We got in the car and drove for twenty minutes to the tournament. We registered and found out which courts we were playing on. We spoke to many people. We set up a base for the ton of baby gear we had brought along. I went off and played my first set of tennis and had a win.

By this time it was half past eleven. I returned to our base to find my mother-in-law visiting. Cheery hellos and how are you goings.

"I just thought I'd drop by to wish [her son, my husband] a Happy Birthday…"

Oh, bugger.

"…I mean I know we came around yesterday but it's nice to see him on the day."

This is what has happened to my mind post-baby. Birthdays have always been such an important thing to me, I make a point to try and remember everyone's birthday. I knew it was his birthday because he had been receiving presents the day before. I feel terrible about it, mostly because it's one more thing that has changed since having a baby and I don't like it. I can't remember a thing. I would struggle to tell you what I did this morning.

Fortunately my husband is very forgiving, if only because he can never remember the date of my birthday. Last year he wished me a happy birthday the day before my birthday. Hey at least he remembered to give me the good wishes, I couldn't even do that.  I seriously doubt whether it would have occurred to me at all that day without prompting.  I think it's time to buy a planner.

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