Remember him from Sesame Street? I wonder if he was really my father. I don’t look like a muppet (I hope!) but I must have inherited this forgetfulness somewhere.
My husband goes to great lengths sometimes to get me to remember things. He puts things on top of the diaper bag (before that, my purse) yet I will still forget whatever it was he was reminding me of. He will call me to remind me to do stuff, to which I will always get angry at him for because OF COURSE I will remember it! As soon as I hang up the phone I promptly forget about it.
Then there are my sunglasses. Every time I leave the house it’s a mad dash through the house trying to figure out where I put them. My husband always asks why I don’t put them in the same spot every time. Sometimes I attempt to but I either forget where that spot is or I get distracterd before I put them away.
I am starting to catch up to my brain. If I can’t find my blackberry and I remember last seeing it upstairs, it is usually on the change table.
So you’d think I would remember some things when I come out to the cottage. Yes, I remember my knitting but do I remember enough underwear? Of course not!
How do I only bring some? Perfectly logical explanation! I had some in my suitcase I didn’t use last time so I kept it there. I washed some and left it to hang to dry. While packing I went downstairs 5 times to get stuff. But did I remember underwear? Of course not!
In the bathroom I put everything together to bring, including day moisturizer, night moisturizer, and my sensodyne toothpaste. What did I bring? Well, not the toothpaste!
Is anyone else as “out of sight out of mind” or as easily distracted as I am?