It’s happened. I’m turning 30 in a month, and I’ve officially lost my mind.I’m not crazy or anything, (I don’t think..), but the things my brain has forgotten lately is staggering. If you tell me something this morning, I will have forgotten what it was by this afternoon. If I walk out of a room to grab a hammer, I will come back in with a pencil. And I won’t know why I’m holding that pencil when I get back.
My attention span is five seconds long, and I physically cannot concentrate on anything long enough to finish a project.
Today I started cleaning in the living room and picked the socks up off the floor. I took the dirty socks into the laundry room to put them in the hamper, at which point I saw the washing machine. This reminded me that I needed to run a load, so I started the water running. While the water ran I remembered that I was boiling macaroni in the kitchen. I went back to stir the noodles. I check, and there’s five more minutes on the timer. Perfect! Just enough time to empty the dishwasher. I took all of the glasses from the top rack and I walked across the kitchen with them toward the refrigerator. My eye caught my laptop on the counter. Any new mail? Yes, something from Karli. Now where was I? Oh yes, stir the noodles. Back to the laptop to check my email. Oops, I just did that. What was I doing? Oh, picking up the living room. A pile of books here, a few toys into the corner… what are my heels doing down here? Return the shoes to my closet upstairs. While I’m upstairs I see all the laundry on the bathroom floor from the night before. Laundry? Laundry! Oh no, my washer is running with no clothes or soap in it! A quick sprint down the stairs, add the soap and the clothes. We’re good to go. Now where was I? Dishes. I was emptying the dishwasher. Back into the kitchen for the umpteenth time. What’s that smell? Oh my god, I’ve burned the macaroni. Again.
Is there a restart button on this thing?
As I sat her reading and nodding my head, I began to laugh at the similarities of forgetfulness all Moms must face. You capture it so well and with such humor. Now let’s see, what am I supposed to be doing? I’ve already unloaded my dishwasher, and my boys are playing with PlayDoh, and I’m supposed to be balancing my checkbook and doing a load of laundry. But I need to finish checking e-mail too. I’m expecting a reply from a professional organizer who I hope will help me with some strategies for keeping my home in order. No macaroni and cheese is boiling, but ugh, that load of laundry is calling….
If you give a mouse a cookie…
i hear ya sister. with my ever increasing absent mindedness i’d probabaly forget i even had children. it’s really not so bad though…you’ll know when you’re really going off the deep end when you leave the room for a pencil, return with a hammer then proceed to sign your kid’s report card with a few hard blows and the paper ends up tacked to his backpack with a nail.