Sticky note hell...

Those little yellow squares of sticky paper have become a staple in life for me. Much like the human body needs food and water to survive... I need sticky notes. As I sit an type this I am looking at 11 of these yellow squares. Each one lists an appointment for each of my girls. They hang on either side of my computer monitor in chronological order. After each appointment I take that note down and move the rest up into place. The next in line for tomorrow afternoon, followed by one for Wednesday morning and then Friday morning. I have become a slave to these sticky notes. If there is something I need to remember, it has to be written on one of these note pads. Even something as simple as a birthday needs to written down so I don't forget to wish someone a happy day. I carry them in my purse along with a pen so I can write notes down on the go. My life used to be more easy to manage than this. I could remember distant relatives birthday's and anniversaries with ease and now.... I am lucky I can remember to breathe at times. I'd like to say it's "old age"... but I am not old. I guess it's only due to the fact that my life has just become more complicated over the years. Especially with Evelyn's many appointments, it seems she must meet every form of specialist on the planet and have a million tests done to her. Plus the weekly therapy sessions... it's enough to drive a person insane! And yes... I think it's starting to happen.