Rapidly losing all sense of space and time.

It's official. I no longer know what day it is.

All month long I've been thinking that Memorial Day happens somewhere around May 31st. I could not get this date out of my head. Even though mentally I know Monday was not the 31st, I have begun living like it's automatically June already.

Yesterday I threw out a bag full of groceries all marked May 27th or May 31st.

I asked Leland to get a new gallon of milk and now realize the one I threw away would not have been bad for a few more days.

I keep thinking our anniversary (June 8th) is only days away and I haven't even thought about it.

I've begun stressing about MCM's birthday, thinking I only have 22 days to pull something together.

Even though I've now realized - via the blog world - that it is in fact only May 28th - a Wednesday - my body keeps trying to tell me that today is Thursday (not sure why) and it is June.

When we were still in Memphis there were certain things that kept me within the bounds of a normal week - a consistent church, certain days for lunching with the girls, certain days I would usually spend with my Mom and Dad, weekends for time with L (because we had those wonderful grandparents to occasionally watch the babe). Since moving, I can see that I've officially lost all of those things that gave my week a sense of structure...there's not a thing I've started to do every Monday or every Wednesday for example, and that stinks. I'm still filling up the days somehow, but the fact that it's inconsistent enough that I can officially not have a clue what the date is...well, that's just sad.

This is not so much a complaint as much as it's just a fact of life and possibly a fact of moving. The good thing is, I remembered that we do own a calendar, and I am officially going to mark up its pages. Can't wait to put a big X on today's square...another day down...another weekend on the way...