Sometimes, I am not my mother’s daughter. I run late..a lot. And I forget things. Lots of things. Things like when I’m in charge of bringing snacks for after church.
I’ll admit it’s gotten better since I’ve been paired with my niece. She is much more like my mom. Organized. Totally on top of things. She typically texts me during the week to ask what I’m bringing, which is usually my reminder that I’m on treat duty that Sunday. (Thanks, Steph!)