The family curse

700 reminders to pick up their stuff, pack up their bags, take their coats, brush their teeth etc. and we came home to find out son #1 had forgotten his school backpack containing every book and notebook. arrgghghghg. We couldn't be too harsh though, because Joe and I certainly forget our fair share of stuff between homes. Our apartment has 3 ketchups in storage, none for months at the barn, and every time I shop at Price Chopper I seem to think I have it. The boys are livid. Our CD's are either in the car, the barn or the apartment and usually the case and cd are not together. How does this happen? My boots end up in the city, and my high heels will end up stacked up by the wood stove with bark and snow piled on them. My apartment keys are in a bin by the door of the barn for 3 straight visits now. The boys flannel pajamas go unused in our smoldering apartment while they freeze in their boxers some weekends. You get the idea. Not the most organized family in the world.

Lucky for Clarke, we have fabulous neighbors like Bill who called me before I could even call him to tell me he found Clarke's backpack. One fedex package and a grateful phone call from Clarke later and he was back in business.