I’m forgetting things a lot lately. Not huge things – like a kid or anything like that, but things that I really shouldn’t. For the last month, I couldn’t seem to figure out exactly when my daughter’s preschool graduation was. My husband kept saying he was going to golf or go somewhere and I would shout in my most exacerbated, are-you-kidding-me voice “You can’t! It’s Kamryn’s graduation!” To which he would reply, “That’s on the 3rd.” Now that her graduation is only 2 days away, I’m afraid that I’m going to forget to go, much less the cheese and crackers that I signed up to bring.
Last weekend we were in Phoenix to visit friends. I had this trip booked and organized over a month ago. The flight, hotel and car were all reserved and paid for…or so I thought. Once we touched down, I was scanning my emails looking for what rental car company I reserved the car with. I couldn’t find it anywhere! I kept telling Ryan, “I know I reserved it! Don’t you remember when I was booking our trip to Iowa? I was going to reserve a car for Arizona and then remembered I already did?” I just got that look and it was pretty clear I had imagined this whole thing. Thank God for smartphones; we had a car in a few minutes. Apparently, my phone is more capable of getting things done than its operator.
On that same trip, I forgot to bring diapers for Rory when we went to my friend’s house for a barbeque. That’s acceptable, right? I mean, I have only had at least 1 kid in diapers for the last 4 ½ years. I promised my friend, Kelley, who just had an adorable little boy, I would send her 2 nursing bras that I had, but never really wore, only to get home and have this vague recollection of taking them to Goodwill when I was cleaning out my closet. And to top it off, after we got home and unpacked all of our things, I realized I forgot my “cuddle pillow” at the hotel. I have been hugging this pillow for the last 10 years when I sleep and travel with it all the time. What’s that saying about losing your head if it weren’t attached?
I used to remember everything. Phone numbers, birthdays, anniversaries and names were stored away in my brain like a secure lockbox of organized data that I could easily draw from at any given time. Now it’s all a slurry of numbers and letters that I can sometimes piece together to get some information.
Today was the last straw. The kids wanted grilled cheese for lunch. I buttered up the bread, threw some cheese in between both slices and had it on the stove heating away. About 5 minutes later, Kamryn said “I think it’s melted.” I gave her a look that said “What are you talking about?!” and then saw her glance towards the stove. SHIT!
Writing this has just made me realize all the other times I have forgotten things and instead of laughing about my forgetfulness, I’m actually a little concerned. How many calories can I burn with brain exercises?