There are some things that are really easy to keep track of. You know when you need to make certain appointments, either because you get that handy phone call or postcard in the mail, or because it's a timing thing.
Yearly check up around the birthdays.
Oil change every 3000 miles.
Chiropractor once a week.
Other things, I can't seem to get a handle on. I don't seem to recognize the need until it's literally smacking me in the face.
I am terrible at remember to get haircuts. Weird, right? Don't most women have that innate ability to know when to schedule a haircut? Nope, I don't. All of a sudden I'll think huh, it's been a while. Like...six months? Wait, no, what was I doing six months ago? Yikes. Ok, it's time.
And I don't know if it's denial, or simply that Adam and I have a high tolerance for things that are starting to break, but we'll live with minor annoyances for a REALLY long time.
The car just bounces away because I never thought to get the shocks checked.
We have a hinge that fell off one of the cabinets months ago, and we're just sort of letting it go.
Staying on top of life is hard.
