The other day, Karmyn commented on my blog post about schedules that she was disorganized and couldn't get her chaos under control.
I've decided that since I turned 40, I am always in some stage of discombobulation. In fact, I should probably start each post with my number. You know, like a sleep number, only mine would tell my discombobulation number.
Today...not so bad. I managed to get everyone up, get to the soccer field on time, clean bathrooms, clean carpets and now I'm settled in for a relaxing night.