One of the few ways I manage to retain some semblance of sanity in the barely controlled chaos of home, child and work that is my life, is by being ruthlessly organized and sticking to a strict timetable. From 05:30 in the morning to 07:00 in the evening, on any given day I usually know where I'll be and what I'm doing.
Works like a charm every day. Until today, when I arrived at little Ms. Z's school to realise that all the other kids had been picked up and I was late..why? My watch stopped working. So much for watching the clock...😏😏😏
