If yesterday's agenda was supposed to look something like this...
7:30 AM: Forget, for the first time in over a year, to lock door behind husband.
7:45 AM: Leave kids playing and watching TV and go about business of checking email and cleaning kitchen.
8:00 AM: Notice Rosemary's Baby isn't where I left him. Start looking.
8:01 AM: Simultaneously realize with horror that the door was left unlocked, and notice car pulling into driveway.
8:02AM: Retrieve Rosemary's baby from friendly, understanding neighbour who was passing and found him at the end of the driveway, looking to cross the highway.
Rest of Day: Live in the disturbing and humiliating knowledge that I am the worst mother on the planet.
...then, mission accomplished!
I'm starting today with a clean slate. Right after I lock all the doors...