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In Which My Half-Heimers Flares Up Again

Do you ever commit several goof ups in a row and think, “Where is my brain when I need it?” That is what is happening to me this week!

Monday, I took the dogs to the groomers to drop them off for their 10:00 appointment, and just as I was about to back out of the parking lot, the groomer comes running out to the van.

“We have you down for 10:00 on Tuesday,” she says. “Wha… Huh… Tuesday? What’s today?” I very eloquently responded.

She convinced me I had come on the wrong day and I took the dogs back home in the same hairish state they were in before. When I looked at my calendar, sure as shootin’ there it was! “Groomers, 10:00, Tuesday”

So today, I took them at 10:00, and I actually got to leave them this time since it was the right day and all. After that, I drove by our piano teacher’s house to drop the girls off, but she came trotting out to the van just as I was about to back away.

“I thought we had agreed to change their lessons to tomorrow,” she said. “Wha… Huh… Wednesday? What’s today?” I said. (Do you see a pattern here?)

Sure enough, there it was on the calendar written in fine point Sharpie. “Piano, 10:15, Wednesday”

So, I gave myself a good talkin’ to about how there are these things called “days of the week” and they are consistent and regular in their occurrence and how about paying attention to some things in addition to that, and we went to pick up the dogs.

I actually made it there without forgetting my own name, too.

On the way home I stopped to buy milk. Since it’s on sale for $2.99 I got 6 gallons. MaddieLynn made the comment that the organic milk was $6.49. “Who would pay that much for a gallon of milk?” she asked. “Not us! That’s for sure!” I confidently boasted.

So.

You can imagine the sigh I let out when we got home and found that one of the milks that made its way into our buggy was the expensive organic kind!

Dear Brain,

I miss you very much. Please, come home soon.

Love,
Smockity

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  1. Pat's Place says:

    I have had a week like that also! Must be the summer heat–or some such excuse. I thought I might get around to planning for my writing group on Thursday night. Today I got an e-mail from one of the ladies who said she could not come on Wednesday. Wh-h-a-t! Then I back-tracked and looked at the note I had sent out–clear as day I had said Wednesday, the 18th. Duh!

  2. I had a week like that last week! They are becoming all too familiar and very frequent! I think I will have to pray my brain home soon, too. Wow!

  3. But you picked up the right dogs and the right kids?

    Right? :)

  4. Wasn’t there some study done about women and how we actually lose our memory after having kids? Well, anyway that is the excuse I use:)

  5. the momma says:

    you SURE you aren’t pregnant??
    or can you just not remember? (sorry, I couldn’t resist :-)

    my brain leaves when I get pregnant & doesn’t come back till I FINISH nursing; problem is, I’ve been pregnant, nursing, or both for over SIX years straight….. Today, I thought I said one thing, but my son says I said something entirely different (I have no choice but to believe him, there’s so much evidence…) and once he clarified what I really wanted, he said, “boy, you’ll sure be happy when you get your brain back, I bet” ~ Seeing as how I’m 11 wks pregnant (& still nursing the last one) I don’t have hopes of recovery for quite some time…

  6. Harmony says:

    Lol. Poor Connie. At least you can feel good that the milk is extra good for your family!

  7. Ha, I was going to ask if you were pregnant also! My first few weeks of every pregnancy are quite scatter-brained…. Well, Hubby would say the whole 9 months are…

  8. Like those times we say,”Go brush your shoes, I mean go brush your hair and put on your shoes!) Glad I’m not the only one!
    Blessings, Rossie

  9. I took my oldest to an eye appointment last Thursday when the appt. is really tomorrow. I feel your pain.

  10. I do things like this all the time. So glad to know I’m not the only one!

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