Okay, internet. I need you to pick a side.
On one side, we have a sixth grader. Said sixth grader COMPLETELY can't handle a thing I do. It annoys her so much that we end up going over it at least once a month. There is eye rolling and general annoyance and I CAN EXPLAIN.
On the other side, there's me. I fully admit that the sixth grader's complaint is true. It's not worth the Super Mega Big Drama she creates over it, though. In fact, it's totally normal.
That thing I do is that I can't remember anyone's birthday on the first try.
Meaning, if someone asks me for Alexis' birthday, it will definitely take me a minute to remember it and I might say the wrong answer. I do the same thing for Mila's birthday. I really was there when they were born, but I can screw up their birthdays every which way.
Before you decide I'm a monster, I think it's fair that I explain why I screw up such an important set of dates with frequency. My birthday is 1-23. Alexis' is 1-27. The husband's is 2-21. Mila's is 5-29. See it? See how we're 21 then 23 then 27 then 29? We basically all have the same birth day, so I flip them all the way around all of the time. I try to make Alexis' celebrate on the 29th and move Mila to the 23rd and I'm a mess.
And don't ask me what year anyone was born. I think I remember my own, but everyone else better hand me a calculator if they want me to remember the year of their birth.
I say it's completely normal to confuse important things. Heck, half the world runs through all of their kids' names when they're trying to yell at the youngest. There's nothing AT ALL wrong with my inability to get birthdays straight on the first try. Right? RIGHT? PLEASE SAY I'M RIGHT.
Alexis, on the other hand, thinks I'm a the Worst Mother Ever for screwing it up.
PICK A SIDE.
(Ignore the part where she's really cute and stuff. Cute doesn't make her right.)
