He's been an eager and active Cub Scout since August; but, just got his uniform this week. Pretty sure it will take me another four months to find the motivation to sew the patches on. Or iron his shirt. I've already misplaced his troop number badge thingy. I have a hard time focusing, I admit.

Which ensures me that no one in the Greater Cleveland Council of Boy Scouts will ever appoint me as the den leader. Right? (Insert photo of handsome Cub Scout to divert your attention from the aforementioned confession)

I should never be appointed to any position in any organization (including all, but not limited to, the following: PTA, classroom mother, gymnastics team booster club, soccer traveling league, etc.) I confess that I am a HUGE domestic air-head. Always missing every memo/teacher's note home. Today I found a school nurse's "band-aid note" at the bottom of my son's book-bag the black hole that dated back to October. Informing me of the signs of a potential concussion. Ooops. I found it only because I read about Anna's band-aid report and thought, "Heh, I haven't gotten one of those in ages."

So. I forced myself to clean out my daughter's book-bag. Yet another abyss. Naturally, I found another complimentary "band-aid" report written on official elementary school paper from September encrusted in her "healthy snack" of goldfish crackers stating that she was hurt. Three months ago.

Don't get me started on the Dora underwear my toddler came home wearing after preschool. It wasn't hers. No note  was included but it has been a while since I cleaned out my minivan.