Ever since I became a WAHM, I lost all sense of time. I don’t know why, it went just like that. Ask me any day what day is it, and I wouldn’t know. Thank God for the weekly meme Girls Talk (GT), because if not for it, I wouldn’t know it’s a Thursday. That meme practically saved me. So when Paulie would ask me “What day is it today?” I’d say “It’s a Saturday. GT was two days ago.” Always. My point of reference would be GT. Unless it’s nearing another Thursday again, which means I have no choice but to consult a calendar (I make it sound like it’s a dreadful thing. Haha!), because I cannot count beyond three days. Seriously.
And so imagine my surprise when I found out it’s almost October! In my mind it’s still mid-September (I really must adjust my mind clock), and Pehpot and I were still hunting for sexy halloween costumes for Sati’s birthday on November. Okay, not exactly sexy, since it’s a children’s party and all. But she told me even the moms have to dress up! Augh. Me? Dress up? Everyday is Dress Down Friday for me. I’m even uncomfortable wearing shoes now, come to think of it. My feet has come to love my slippers. Sheesh. Being a WAHM did real damage to my fashion sense. I don’t know if I can ever recover.
I’m time-challenged and a fashion fiasco. How sad can that be?
Come to think of it, I don’t I feel sad about those facts at all. Tee hee.