Three strikes, you're out!

This is so embarrassing of me to admit, but recognizing your faults is the first step in repentance, right? Seriously, I think I've just had my third strike and God is about to blast me off the face of the earth with a lightning bolt. Really, I know I've had at least one big strike before this blunder and I wouldn't be surprise to find at least one or two more in between the first big oops and this one I'm about to admit.

Last Sunday they passed around a sign up sheet to help out with a meal for a funeral this past Friday. Thinking I could benefit from some extra heavenly blessings, and knowing that I actually could help out with this one since I don't work on Fridays so there really wasn't an excuse to not do some service - even not knowing who the funeral was for - I signed up to bring a cake. Easy. My plan was to bake it Thursday night so I'd remember to drop it off at the church by 2 pm on Friday. I even canceled a bread making lesson with a friend to fulfill my assignment. Well, not only did I get a call from the Relief Society saying they didn't need my cake anymore but wanted me to bring funeral potatoes instead (I admit I was kind of irked at them because when they called they said the primary was late in getting the sign up sheet back to them and that they knew I didn't usually do this stuff so they didn't want to make it harder on me... blah blah blah! I got off the phone thinking to myself make an old lady who has nothing to do make the funeral potatoes!), but worse I totally forgot to make the stupid funeral potatoes! It wasn't until 3:30 after I called Jeff that it suddenly dawned on me that I had completely forgotten that I had committed to this assignment. I was horrified! So much for the reminder note I had made for myself! I seriously thought about this everyday, except obviously on Friday! I felt, and still feel, like the biggest loser on the planet. When Jeff came home I admitted my stupidity, which was really hard to do, and he just laughed when he told me he had wondered if I had remembered when he drove by the church on his way home from work and saw a couple of ladies leaving with dishes.

I don't get how I can be so on top of things at work, well relatively speaking, not forgetting meetings or assignments, following my calendar and to-do lists religiously then have all organizational skills go flying out the window the second I walk in the door at home. I know it's just an excuse but I honestly think it's because at work I am so organized, calendar/to-do list driven, that when I come home, I want to leave all traces of work behind. We're lucky we even have a yearly calendar at home... although it's not full of scheduled items like making funeral potatoes, it's just a reference for USU basketball games and holidays. I don't want people to think I am a total loser who isn't dependable or reliable and that no one wants to ask for help from ever again. I feel like the biggest loser, especially because there isn't a way to make up for this one. Like you can re-do a funeral!

Anyone else out there that finds themselves doing things like this? Any suggestions on how I can stay as organized at home as I do at work, without being attached to my computer?