Remember?

It's true. I caved. I started a blog. Here's why: I don't remember anything. Really. If it wasn't for my large-squared mom calendar that hangs in my pantry, I would forget everything. This becomes a problem when medication is concerned, or when I have to be somewhere at a certain time, or if I'm expecting friends for coffee (uh, sorry Giselle). I remember when I could remember. It was that time pre-kids. Remember that? Somehow it seems to be worse every year. This is what motivated me. I want a living document that will help me remember to remember. Now, if only I can remember to write.