I spent half of Friday and Saturday wondering why mum did not call me when she landed in Singapore. Then I texted my aunt on Saturday afternoon and found out she was landing later in the evening. Prior to this mum and I agreed that I was to join her for breakfast on Sunday morning.

And somehow my addled brain thought last night that breakfast was two days later. How can one screw up so. badly.

Now there's the question of reunion dinner. Agreed to have it with dad and his gf's family. Now that mum's upset I wonder if I should join her and her family instead. One's in tampines, one's in lakeside, so I can't possibly go for both. God.