Poor Nate

I signed Nate up for a special class at the recreation center. It’s a fun class that combines lots of physical activity, music, and most importantly some one on one mommy bonding time. I did this class with Ava when she was Nate’s age, and now that she is in school twice a week, I can do this special activity with Nate also. Right? WRONG! Because I FORGOT TO TAKE HIM. The first class was this morning at 9 AM, and although it was marked on my calendar, I just plain forgot to take him to it. Instead we went grocery shopping, and retuned an area rug to Target. When I got home and realized my mistake I was really bummed out. I felt bad for missing what could have been a really fun experience with Nate. I also felt guilty for not remembering. I started thinking that maybe baby number three will be lucky if I remember to feed it every once and a while since apparently I am a scatter-brained idiot. Now there are only 5 classes left, and I plan to make it to every one of them no matter what. Poor Nate.