It’s not really admitting I’m a failure, is it?

*sigh*

Oh dear. I think I have completely lost my mind. Aside from the obvious things, like not only wanting to have a third child, but actually going ahead and doing it.

No, more along the Remembering To Do Stuff line of losing mind. Or, as it seems, Forgetting Stuff.

Completely forgot Parent Teacher Interview times I so vehemently aquired, it completely slipped my mind about a couple of after school playdates the kids have organised for tomorrow night, and the purchasing of a birthday present, also required for tomorrow night. Oh, and have a seminar to attend on the weekend, and I’m sure there’s something I’ve forgotten that has to do with that.

Oh, yeah … someone to suprvise the kids. Much as I would love to trust them, quite franky, I don’t on so many levels. Caring for selves is one of those levels.

Am feeling like a comlete failure in the Mothering stakes.

Worse, my thoughts are turning to contemplaing the purchase of a Blackberry – something I previously coveted, but only so it made me look like I was organised, capable and looked like I knew what I was doing (on a business level). The very fact I am now considering one as a mum, has it take on new meaning.

I’m having to resort to technology to replace a part of my previously functioning brain.