I just found an errant Post-It Note crumpled in the bottom of my work bag. On it were several things I was supposed to do in December:
1. Get tires rotated/oil changed.
2. Print gift tags.
3. Print packing list.
4. Pay EDP.
5. Write Nathaniel's birthday letter.
And this was me about 1/100th of a second after I read that: "OH S**T!" (in my head, not out loud, of course. I'm pregnant, not dieting.) (Longtime readers know that dieting makes me curse. In other words, WATCH OUT COME OCTOBER.)
So I wrote his letter and posted it back on his birthday, December 19. Because in 20 years, when Nathaniel and his therapist are going through this blog post by post, trying to pinpoint when things went awry, I don't want his eighth birthday post to be showing up in February of the following year NOW DO I? No need to provide additional ammunition at that point.
5 comments:
Better late than never, and I love that he will never know about the little mishap.
Love your letter to NLH!
Pati ... that is, unless they make it all the way to THIS post. ;)
SET, thank you! Not one of my best, but this isn't the best time for me to try to focus on a letter, either. Maybe I can polish it later. :)
Clever. Proud of your retroactive save. Well done. Nathaniel will forgive you. Don't forget Nick's though. :)
oh my goodness... you are too much!!!
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