Oh, to be an Elephant

We were late for school this morning.
Just before we left I realized I couldn't find Evy's school picture form. She's only getting a group picture print, but I still needed that blasted sheet. "Oh well," I thought as the clock showed nine, "I'll try to find an extra one at the school."
I ran out the door, then back in the door to get her horse for sharing day. (I had actually remembered that it was sharing day today, which was a big accomplishment. Last sharing day I had to go grab a grimy toy out of the car because I'd forgotten.)
I forgot to eat breakfast.
I forgot to check my wallet for change.
I dropped Evy off at her room, and went on a hunt to find change for a 20. (the picture was $12.) After no luck asking every well prepared mother who'd already had their form perfectly filled out, I ran to the office. No luck.
Each minute I'm taking on my hunt is making me a minute later for the 9:05 appointment I was ALREADY running late for.
Finally, the photographer tells me I can use a credit card, and I find an extra form in the office. I'm filling out the envelope when I see the note on it that says, "minimum credit card purchase $20". So that is absolutely NO HELP since what I have in my wallet is a 20 dollar bill to pay for the $12 stinkin' photo.
Back to the Photographer who tells me he will be there until 10:30. So I promise to bring in cash and I leave my empty envelope with Evy's teacher. I leave feeling like one of those disorganized mothers all of the other mothers probably wonder about being incompetent.
I rush to the appointment. (Picture a pregnant woman running across two streets through traffic; Yes, humiliating.)
When there I realize I've forgotten to put a bunch of stuff in the back of my car to drop off. Immediately after that, I realize I've also forgotten to ask Jayson to dig said stuff out of the deep dark recess of the basement storage area.
I rush from the appointment to the grocery store (I've penned a quick list at the stoplight.) and then home to unpack.
I've forgotten to get chicken nuggets.
My friend calls to ask to borrow a book. I rush in the door, pack up all the stuff I was supposed to pack earlier (thus creating a small avalanche in our dark recess basement storage area I don't even want to think about!). I get to the top of the stairs with arms loaded with said stuff, and notice it's 11:25.
I'm going to be late to pick up Evy from school.
I toss everything in the back and garb my zip up sweatshirt because the tank top I have on shows ever-so-slightly my pregnant belly (which, honestly now, no one really wants to see!)
I rush into the school like a whirling dervish putting on said sweatshirt and all the moms are standing there waiting calmly.
I make some lame remark about having woke up running behind this morning and try to laugh it off again feeling like "one of those mothers".
I realize I forgot to grab the book for my friend.
I shuffle Evy to the car and buckle her in. We head to the friends house to drop off the stuff and apologize for forgetting the book. We pick up a lunch order Jayson placed at a restaurant and drop it off at his office.
I forgot to get ketchup from the restaurant for him.
It's 2 o'clock. I haven't eaten lunch, I have laundry waiting to be switched, a house waiting to be cleaned, a lawn waiting to be mowed, I have about a million phone calls to make (no one ask any questions about why or how I'm sitting here blogging!) and I've got the feeling there's something else I'm forgetting...