Worst Son

I'd been trying to contact my sister all last week in order to arrange a present for my mom's birthday. Since she lives with my mom in San Diego she's in the best position to know what my mom actually wants, and to get it to her. This is something we do every year and for which I am eternally grateful to my sister. And even though my sister does all this work she is happy to split the bill and the thanks 50/50. Again, my sister is great.

On Monday my sister and I finally get in touch with each other. We decide that a massage would be a good gift this year. The plan is set.

On Tuesday I get back to work to realize I'm going to have a particularly short week due to the Google I/O conference I'll be attending. I work so diligently that I hardly have time to check my email (which I normally do a lot). The kick-off for the conference that happens that night, plus some drinks with coworkers afterward, and I hardly have time to kiss Lisa goodnight before going to bed.

On Wednesday after the conference ends for the day I call my mom to wish her a happy birthday. Wrong, she says. Her birthday was yesterday. The moral of the story: if I don't have time to check Google calendar, I will forget my own mom's birthday even though I was planning for it the day before.