I've fallen into a form abyss. So many forms to fill out this time of year, It'a staggering. I dream about filling out forms at night. Only in my dreams the pile of forms is taller than my head, they are all single-spaced, covering the front and back pages, the lighting is bad, my pen is running out of ink, and I can't remember anybody's birthdays, phone numbers, or middle names.
There's the next session of swimming lessons to sign up for. The beginning of dance classes. Next week we begin the next phase of potty training Zack. I have boxes, bins, and bags full of clothes and toys to get ready for the Mothers of Multiples sale on the 25th.
The board meeting is at my house next week, and anyone sitting on the floor is going to see all the dust, garbage, and toys under my couch. Why isn't all furniture just made flush with the floor? Wouldn't that just be easier? Is it because moms and/or housekeepers aren't the ones designing furniture?
The Sunday School issue really has me feeling guilty. Aliza didn't want me to sign her up this year. I guess last year wasn't nearly as fun as she thought it would be. And the church we attend has begun a new initiative for special needs children to be able to attend Sunday School too, with an aide. Which is absolutely wonderful, right? So why haven't I filled out and turned in those forms?
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