I am.  It’s been written in stone.

So ever since we moved back to the rainy place, I have not once had my entire house in a state of cleanliness, I have accrued numerous late charges for past due bills, I have forgotten to help my son turn in homework more than once and have been generally disorganized and forgetful.  I should probably stop reaffirming this by blogging it and talking about it, but I think acknowledging it might help?

So I signed up a couple of weeks ago to buy six loaves of bread for a homeless shelter service project we’re doing it at church.  I figured I could commit to bread.  Casserole, baked goods?  No way, too much effort.  So bread it was.  I mentally noted it for many days.  I wrote it down.  I told the hubs.  It is on my big calendar: SIX LOAVES OF BREAD.  I got an email a couple days before, followed by a phone call (I kind of brushed the gal off, because geez.. I am SO going to remember) I even reminded myself the DAY OF that I needed to go to the store to get the bread.

Come 5:30 I get a knock at the door.  Whoever could this be? I think.  

Not-forgetful woman(in a hurry): Stephanie, did you get the loaves of bread?
Me: No.
Not-forgetful woman: Okay, I’ll just run to Safeway.  

And then she bolts.  Leaving me feeling like a heel listening to the pouring rain.

My word.  What is wrong with me?  I can’t even do service by buying bread?