losing it ...

recovery is going beautifully, I can do most of the things that I was able to do before the stroke, but now I am learning that I am losing my mind (actually, I was losing it before the stroke, but at least now Ihave an excuse!! Thank you God!)

On Sunday we were driving home from Church discussing how we wanted to spend the day. I was feeling pretty good after a bad day on Saturday (which was also beachgirl's birthday, more on that later) so we decided to go to the pool, have an early dinner and hit the beach for a twilight session of skimboarding and relaxing. Sounded like the perfect plan for a beautiful afternoon with the family.

TO THIS DAY I do not know why I went home and looked at my planner (which hasn't gotten a lot of use since early June) and realized that OMGoodness, Beachboy is supposed to go to camp THIS WEEK and check-in is at 3:00 and camp is 2 hours away ...

I had not packed
I did not have his physical form (to my defense, the form had been dropped off two weeks before with plans to pick it up this week because he was leaving for camp NEXT WEEK)
He didn't have a sleeping bag because a friend was using his
I had not packed
He was not ready and was a bit shell shocked

Well, a bizarre PEACE came over me as all of the kids started to frazzle ... hubbie called the doctor, who JUST HAPPENED TO BE ON CALL THIS WEEKEND ... AND ... WHO JUST HAPPENED TO BE IN THE OFFICE ON A SUNDAY MORNING and hubbie went and picked up the physical form, the kids and I got beachboy all packed in 40 minutes flat (AMEN that we have kept up with the laundry for the last month), and beachboy was ready to go to camp in under an hour. We stopped at the trusty wal mart to pick up a 9.99 sleeping bag, and now my precious first-born is having a ball at camp and while I miss him terribly, I know that he is meant to be there and he will be well taken care of!