My brain is gone

Monday, Matt put his suits on the front door to remind me that they needed to be taken to the dry cleaners. I didn't get them there until Thursday morning. Luckily she said that they would be done Saturday. Phew, I thought. Just in time for church. I could only pick them up between 2 and 4:30. I remembered that morning, I remembered when I took the kids to the park before 1. I didn't remember when we got back from the park, or at any other point until it was almost 9pm, and there was not chance of picking them up. So, Matt looked around in his closet and didn't find anything that he could wear to church. It ended up that he stayed home with the kids and I got to go to church by myself. Kind of a nice thing to have every once in a while. But when I've gone without kids, I find myself bored out of my mind. Not all the time, but sometimes I wish I could bring my cross stitch to church just to keep my hands busy. I can listen better sometimes when my hands are busy. It ended up that a friend had brought someone else's boys to church and they sat with me, and I had a little guy on my lap most of the time. I am so retarded. Maybe someday I can remember things like this.....