on being forgetful
i’m going to let you all know something about me. something that i’m sure you will find it hard to believe, but please just bear with me and know that i am telling the truth.
i am not perfect.
in any way.
and with that imperfection I will go deeper to add that i am a forgetful mess sometimes. in the morning nate will remind me to take the clothes out of the dryer. 4:00 pm will come and no i have not removed said clothes. in fact i didn’t even look at the washer and dryer all day.
its fine, he forgives me and its all good. but what i am wondering is, what about the fact that i have a kid now? you know that little person who depends on me for everything? what’s going to happen the day she needs to start taking a med every day at 9:39 exactly? or what about her soccer game that she repeatedly told me was at 3:30 to which i show up at 5?
i guess i’ll just have to throw all my cares and worries up to God and hope that He fills in the gaps that I will most certainly miss.
because well, i’m not perfect, and He is.
any other forgetful freds out there?