At any given moment, I barely have any idea what day or time it is.
When we lived in New Jersey, Nathan got out of school at 3:15. Here in California, he gets out at 3, except on Tuesdays when he gets out at 2:15. Two months into the school year and I have been nearly late to pick him up more than half the time. See, on Tuesdays, I stare at the clock all day so that I won’t forget and then become engrossed in work and almost actually do. The rest of the week, I keep thinking he gets out at 3:15, which would mean I don’t have to leave the house until 3, except he gets out at 3 so I have to leave at 2:45, but I don’t realize that until 2:44.
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