It’s amazing how our short term memory starts to diminish as years progress. I remember the first time I cried uncontrollably as an adult when I spent a long time locating my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot. That was almost ten years ago and since then my memory resume is spotted with more episodes of forgetfulness.
Today I had an even scarier episode. I was scheduled for dental fillings this afternoon but was requested to change my appointment time to the morning for unknown reasons. So I scurried my phone book for the most flexible baby hero -- and duh -- Susanne who runs her own day care just two doors down offers a $35 per day "drop-in" care. This was the first time I'd be able to use her service. With that money, I was able to get my cavities removed, visit a friend, get a manicure and head back home in time to pick up Breanna and prepare dinner before daddy and I head to the gym.
I had an ultra busy day!
When David arrived this afternoon, I just added the last ingredient to a new recipe and made a mental note to stop the pan from simmering before leaving for the gym. Then I changed into my gym attire, wiggled shoes onto Breanna, covered my cooking, strapped Breanna into the carseat, and headed for the gym. It was after the first exercise that I forgot to turn off the stove!
My breathing and heart stopped.
Leaving Breanna and daddy at LA Fitness, I madly dashed home to find that the stove fortunately didn’t smoke the kitchen down but nearly blessed me with an overcooked dish. Phew! I drove back to the gym but shortly after leaving the neighborhood I remembered the rice was still cooking! I rushed back into my kitchen again and found that 20% of the rice had burnt.
I stood in the middle of the kitchen, overwhelmed and sullen that my memory failed me.
Against my defeated pride I mustered up courage to drive back to my family. At midpoint between car and house I remembered that I didn’t lock the front door. What was happening to me? Feeling thrice more defeated my heart cried silently all the way to the gym. Do I predict more frequent short term memory trips?
2 comments:
Don't you just hate it when your brain goes all spastic? It happens to everyone, so don't worry!
Wow! What a day you had there. With Breanna and Mr. Miller, you're doing fantabulous!!!
Oh!!! I love your writing. Now I'm looking forward to hear from you about grandma. Perhaps a bio.
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