Time to switch to decaf, April.
Okay, I officially need to chill out a little.
Lately I've been really stressed and self-absorbed, focusing on all the !@^! that has to happen between now and September: PortalFest, Dragon*Con costumes, greenhouse study, farewell party for a graduating friend, and - mostly - studying for my comps.
So yesterday evening, as I contemplated which paper to read next, I got a text message from my stepfather: "Hey, you want to join us for birthday dinner?"
I actually sat there and stared blankly at the message for a full 30 seconds, trying to remember who on EARTH would be having a birthday, before I realized:
I forgot my mother's birthday.
I forgot. My mother's. Birthday.
At 7:30 last night with no card and no present, and no time to stop for so much as a bouquet of flowers since they were waiting on me to go to dinner, there was pretty much no way to recover gracefully and pretend I'd meant to surprise her. I just dashed up to C'ville to join them for dinner and grovel.
Happily, my mom wasn't hurt; she was really amused, actually.
I still feel wretched.
So if I've forgotten to contact any of you about something, there may be some consolation for you in this: You are not alone.
Forgot. Birthday. Mom.
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
Lately I've been really stressed and self-absorbed, focusing on all the !@^! that has to happen between now and September: PortalFest, Dragon*Con costumes, greenhouse study, farewell party for a graduating friend, and - mostly - studying for my comps.
So yesterday evening, as I contemplated which paper to read next, I got a text message from my stepfather: "Hey, you want to join us for birthday dinner?"
I actually sat there and stared blankly at the message for a full 30 seconds, trying to remember who on EARTH would be having a birthday, before I realized:
I forgot my mother's birthday.
I forgot. My mother's. Birthday.
At 7:30 last night with no card and no present, and no time to stop for so much as a bouquet of flowers since they were waiting on me to go to dinner, there was pretty much no way to recover gracefully and pretend I'd meant to surprise her. I just dashed up to C'ville to join them for dinner and grovel.
Happily, my mom wasn't hurt; she was really amused, actually.
I still feel wretched.
So if I've forgotten to contact any of you about something, there may be some consolation for you in this: You are not alone.
Forgot. Birthday. Mom.
*headdesk*
*headdesk*
*headdesk*