I was invited to one of Hubster’s cousin’s baby showers earlier this month. When I received the invitation, I confused the address of the cousin throwing the shower with the recipient – both are pregnant, you see. I put in my phone that the shower was at 10 AM in West Lafayette, Indiana. Three days before, as I was arranging carpooling with my mother-in-law, I found the invitation and discovered it was at 2 PM in Carmel – a completely different direction and significantly shorter drive. I had scheduled a haircut for Spartacus and arranged backup boy-sitting for Hubster’s sake based on my original plan, when both the location and time were wrong. I’m glad I got the date right, but boy – I still have nearly four months to go before baby girl is born, I wonder what else I can confuse?
Also, fun fact for anyone driving through Carmel, Indiana: they don’t believe in stoplights. Only roundabouts. We counted EIGHT between the highway and the house. Including in the middle of the subdivision. EIGHT.