It's Finally Happened

I woke up today completely unaware of what day of the week it was.  I knew it couldn't be Saturday or Sunday or my Dear Hubby would be puttering around, and I knew it wasn't Monday because he was not puttering yesterday either.  Beyond that...no clue.  None.

I looked at the calendar and figured it was either Wednesday or Thursday...it was entirely possible it was Tuesday as well but my spidey senses told me it wasn't.  I tried to think of what was on the boob tube last night but I really didn't watch anything after an almost 2 hr walk with the doggies and falling into bed.  It probably wouldn't matter if I had watched anything with the crap ass reruns that are on through the summer (but that's another rant)

So, what else could tell me what day it is?  My phone maybe?  I pushed the button to see the time and hoped the date was there too - nope.  I didn't want to resort to the computer to google "What is today's date" for fear I'd be a complete moron, but at that point I was getting desperate.  The funny thing was there was no reason that I *had* to know the day of the week.  I had no plans.  I had nothing 'time sensitive' on the go.  I had no prep work that was to be done for any events.  I just felt like the biggest and most complete loser who is on maternity leave and has completely lost track of what day of the week it was.  Sigh.

Finally I called up to my Kiddo who was lounging on the couch and asked..."Is it Wednesday or Thursday?"  He asked "Why?"  I replied "Because I don't know," to which he said "Wednesday...no wait, Thursday...I think"

Yep, we're in this together he and I.