The limitation of man is so wide, no wonder people come up with the strategy of writing down what they want to achieve. Borrowing a leaf from my husband, I met him as a man who derives joy in putting in writing what he wants to achieve, and he tries his best to work with it. So on a daily basis you will see him with his jotter writing. Sometimes he achieves all, and at other times he carries over to the next day.
The importance of having a to-do list is so as to be more organized and run the place of forgetting things. When a man is always spotted as someone who is not organized or who does not keep appointments with the excuse that he forgot, he will be seen as an unserious fellow. I have a teenage boy staying with me; every other day I give him a task to be done he comes up with the excuse that he forgot. Doing my best to help him stand up to responsibility as a man failed me until I told him to take it up in prayers and also do his best to follow his uncle's steps; he is improving.
Before I got while in the university, I just had a triangular lifestyle, so that makes it difficult for me to forget things I want to achieve. But getting married, pregnancy, and birth changed a lot of things about me. Severally I have been a victim of what is called mommy brain." At times I want to be so hard on myself; at other times I decide to be kind to myself because I just feel the vibes of being responsible not only for myself but also for kids. The good and bad thing about motherhood is that you are not just responsible for yourself but for the kids too, who in most instances cannot tell you what is wrong with him or her.
Even when I put down what and what I wish to achieve, sometimes when it's the night before, I could remember that one or two are missing from what I wish to achieve. A few months back it happened that my husband traveled out for an assignment. Automatically I was the one to pick the kids up from school. Being busy with sleep, it skipped my mind that I needed to pick the kids up from school. When I was pressed, I woke to go pee myself. I just mistakingly checked the wall clock and shouted, then took off to school.
On getting to the school, it's just my kids and one or two students. I was so sorry for myself and asked the kids to forgive me. My son was not happy at all, and he didn't fail to show it, which I understood him very well because it had never happened that way before. To pacify them, I had to buy something for him and the sister.When the dad returned, he told him what happened, so going forward he will always call to remind me to pick the kids up from school no matter how busy he seems to be where he is.
I became so used to this that even when I am sleepy, I find a way of being awake so as not to be carried away. Even when I come a few minutes late, my son will always ask why I came late. Mostly I don't have an excuse; I just say sorry, and we keep going.No matter how hard we try as humans, we have some factors of error, which means that we are not perfect, and we are all works in progress, though it should not be a regular thing.
