Attempts at Being a Grown Up

I am one of those people whose entire life is an adventure.
This may sound like a boastful statement, but its not and I will explain why. Now, just about everybody has adventures or occasionally eats at the Olive Garden instead of Chili's. But for me and Husband, just about every mundane detail of life becomes an adventure. This is not only due to my hyperbolic tendencies, but because we are incredibly unorganized, scatterbrained and impulsive. My Mom's favorite line is "How do you survive?!" The answer is, with difficulty. Every now and then after a particularly harrowing 'adventure' we stomp our feet and say enough! We will get organized! And we do. Well, we try. Here are some examples. This, was meant to be our mail system because paying bills on time became impossible when we were putting the mail in multiple piles all over the house.

See? Three slots, one for incoming, one for stuff that needed to be paid, and one for the outgoing. Fool Proof! Unless you don't use it that way and just start stuffing things in all the slots devil-may-care if its incoming or outgoing.
Then, we were going to make a drawer to contain all our important documents. Ooh Ahhhh. Genius. This is what it looks like now.

I am definitely messy, but usually if left alone I can talk my way back to a missing object. Husband on the other hand goes into a frenzy and starts overturning piles, emptying drawers, only to find the item in the fridge, or the trash....or in his pocket. Usually after this happens he decides he needs to 'clean'. The only problem is that his idea of cleaning means throwing everything away. And I mean everything.
For instance, a year ago we decided that we should get Zoe a microchip, because we love her and would go crazy if we ever lost her. So the vet micro-chipped her and gave me the the code and info I would need to activate online. I love Zoe, but for some reason I couldn't be bothered that day or week to do this. I'm sure I was incredibly busy with other 'adventures'. During this time, Husband went on a 'cleaning' bender and threw everything away. Including the activation codes for our beloved Z's microchip.
OK, So I'm totally ragging on poor Husband and that's not fair because most people who know me, know I cause plenty of the 'adventures'. Like, a visit to the Dentist. How on earth could that be exciting? Well, my sister was in town so we went to lunch then on over to my Dentist's office, which was closed. "Huh, could have sworn my appointment was at 1:30," but I don't write these things down, I rely on this 'steel trap' of a brain to remember it all. Drive back to Base, all the while calling the office, get to the gate  and I don't have my military ID, my drivers license or my credit card. Oops. Good thing I didn't have to pay for my appointment yet. Well, you have to have your Military ID to get on base, so I call my friend, she is used to these calls and said she'd be right over to pick us up. Run in the house, grab all my stuff, run out. Oops, run back in, almost forgot my keys. She drives us back to my car parked outside the gate just as I get through to the Dentist and, yes, I did have an appointment in 10 minutes. Whew!
"This would NEVER ever happen to me" says my sister.
And she's right, this would never happen to a grown up, but this is just life for me. Here's hoping that any day now our grown up genes switch on!