You settle in with a hot cup of tea or coffee, or a cold beer, with a good book, or your knitting project, or your new game. You've had a good day. You had a lot that needed to get done today, and here you've managed to get all the balls in the air at the right time, in the right order, and everything fell into place just like it should have.
You've called the babysitter to remind her about tonight. You've prepared the dinner fixings so everyone can eat. You even managed to try that new bread recipe you've been dying to taste.
Your husband calls to let you know he's ahead of schedule. So you move your timeline back and hour to make sure that everything still gets done before the horde descends and this moment of calm is overwhelmed.
At this precise moment, when you feel your body relax. Your brain betrays you.
Suddenly you realize that you have forgotten one very important thing. That one thing that needed to be done before you can enjoy the evening with your love, before the babysitter gets here. That little load of laundry with the baby's things in it that absolutely must be done for her to be able to go to bed tonight. That also requires the hot water you'd been counting on for your nice, hot shower.
At that moment, every word your mother ever told you never ever to say comes streaming out of your mouth. That moment, all of your well laid plans, and flawless execution. All meaningless.
Why is it that I always forget the one thing that absolutely had to get done until it's too late to get it done?