So I called this morning (around 10:00 a.m.) to verify that Tony’s appointment with his pediatrician was at 2:30.  As I wrote it down on Monday morning. 

Nope.  Was this morning.  At 8:00 a.m.

After admitting that I am clearly the mother of a newborn and not sleeping soundly, we rescheduled for tomorrow morning, but the very anal and organized side of me feels like a complete and total moron for not writing that down.  “How in the world did I just pull some arbitrary time out of thin air like that?” I asked Bryan.  “I wrote down two-thirty.”

Bryan didn’t flinch.  “You must’ve thought you were taking him to the dentist,” he shrugged.