I never know what day it is.
The sad part is I have a giant calendar hanging on the wall (that I change every day), a planner, a phone that gives me the day and date, a computer, a tablet, and a TV that tells me the day whenever I use the guide.
So, you’d think I’d know what today is.
Nope. Not at all.
I thought yesterday was Thursday. I thought tomorrow would be Saturday. I thought Tuesday was Wednesday. And, for some reason, thought today was Tuesday. Okay, I’m close. It’s the other T day.
But, in all seriousness, as a stay at home mom whose husband has a Monday-Friday job, the days run together. I know it’s the weekend because the Husband is home. I know it’s a weekday (which one I couldn’t tell you) when he’s not. While I’d like to blame Memorial Day for screwing me up, every week is like this.
Some days I give up and hope I figure it out eventually. Some days I stare at the calendar. Other days I’m asking my toddler what day it is. The funny thing is, I’m trying to teach him how to read a calendar.
I don’t know what day it is. I’ll probably never know what day it is. Don’t even ask me what today’s date is. I barely know what month it is.
What day is it?