I squeezed some time into my hectic schedule to pick up Bitchy yesterday and take her to the gym. (i.e. She called hysterical because she hadn't worked out for TWO days and would I please please please take her to the gym.) We worked out for about 45 minutes, and hopped in the car for the trip home.
As I drove her to her apartment (the one she pays for but never seems to LIVE in) we were engaged in a somewhat animated discussion about things I can’t even begin to remember.
During a lull in the conversation I glanced at her and said, "Cheezus, I had such a busy day! And you won’t believe this but I spent MOST of the day thinking it was Tuesday! Can you believe that?”
She looked at me. “Mom. That’s because today IS Tuesday,” she said, shaking her head. “Jesus.”
Good God I think I am losing my mind.
And DAMN. I was SURE it was really Wednesday. (The week before spring break??? It’s the longest week ever.)