Now that school's out, I'm having a toddler-like reaction to the craziness of summer.
Ah, summer - time to schedule all those appointments - no need to worry about school! Yay!
On the very first Monday, I slammed two into one day. Unintentionally. My calendar on my computer is not synced with my phone. Lil wanted to go to the pool with her Nature Camp friends, which conflicted with her original dental appointment. Quick call - Monday, 4:15? That's PERFECT. Whew. Crisis avoided there.
Until the following day when I received a reminder from her orthodontist about her appointment at 4:50 on Monday.
So I prayed to the traffic gods that play with our lives on Rt. 29 everyday starting at, um, when does morning rush hour end? 10:30 AM? Can we make it from Atholton to Ellicott City in less than 15 minutes?
Also, who wants a dental cleaning followed by wire tightening? Irrelevant question, ok?
Luckily I showed up at the dentist at 3:45 and there had been a cancellation, so my crazy plan was accommodated.
Luckily for Lil, no tightening - just a check to see they can be removed. But then when to schedule that appointment? Oh, the day of her show at CCTA? Uh, no. She's Peter Pan in one of the scenes (there are multiple Pans so they can learn lines quickly in six days).
I choose 10:30 - put it in the phone, cc my husband, who actually never looks at what I send him, just accepts as "Tentative" - and move on.
Oh, right, I have a doctor's appointment that day that I didn't see on my phone.
Did I mention Disney is due for his annual exam next week? Which the hubby refuses to attend because he's afraid of the vet scolding us for how portly our 15 month old cat is...
I'm thinking of going back to paper.