Ode to the Female Brain (How a Tote Bag nearly sent me over the edge)

“Wheres my tote bag?” exclaims my seven year old minutes before we head out the door.

We’re headed to Vacation Bible School and Olivia has decided to proclaim that this misplaced bag was MY responsibility, not hers, because "you and dad need to remember stuff too, you know."

Oh, reeeealllly?

Allow me, dear daughter, to enlighten you as to all the things I remember from the instant I wake up.

What day is it?
What time is it?
Which kid goes where and who's dropping them off?
Who's picking them up?
Is today the birthday party?
Where is the birthday party?
When is the birthday party?
How old is Julia?
Are Rainbow Looms still in?
Does she already have one?
I'll text her mom.
Did I ever RSVP?
Wait, were we even invited?
Is the party outdoors?
Should I pack sunscreen?
Don't use spray sunscreen
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Find your own tote bag.

Sarah