For some reason, my already-too-short short term memory got even worse this week. I’m becoming more and more a person who has to keep a To Do list. I hate these lists. Although they help, I’m so incredibly overly analytical and want so desperately to be organized that I end up categorizing my To Do list.
It’s as scary as it sounds.
I have a list of what has to be done that day, such as return the library books or mail the mortgage payment, and a list of things that need to be done at some point, such as clean out closets for a trip to Good Will or research hotels in Italy for our trip next May. But when I have to write things like “pour Draino down shower drain,” I know that I’m in trouble.
Unfortunately, once something is out of my line of sight or once I have left the area in which something has to be done, it completely leaves my mind. I finally remembered to buy the Draino, which I put under the counter in the bathroom instead of leaving on the counter where I'd remember to use it because I didn't want my hubby to hold it up and yell, “Where does this go?” I forgot to actually pour it down the drain. So when I took a shower, I splashed around in almost ankle-deep water (this is what happens when you let your hair grow out—it literally grows out of your head and onto the floor and down the drain). But, once out of the shower and proceeding with my routine, I forgot to get out the Draino again. Why do I do that?
Then I stripped the bed and headed down to the washing machine. But when I lifted the lid, there were already washed clothes in there. Huh. I wonder when I washed those? Must have been a couple of days ago because they smelled pretty sour. So, now they are really clean because they've been washed twice.
The day before, I rushed around like a madwoman to get to my quilt group because we were going to tour a couple of serious crafters' rooms, and with my love of all things organizational (did I mention one my favorite toys is my label maker?), I didn’t want to miss it. But I woke up late and decided to double check the email to make sure of the time. They were meeting at 9:00. Damn. It was 9:00 when I checked the message, and it would take me 30 minutes to get there. So, I emailed my friend and apologized for not making it. She emailed me back and said I didn’t miss it—it’s next Tuesday. I looked at the original email again, and sure enough, it said we were meeting on Nov. 14. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or embarrassed, so I was both.
Oh, and I put all our debit card receipts into an envelope so that they would be all safe in one place when I had time to write them in the check register. I can't find them now. I'm afraid that I threw them away. I remember walking around with them, putting them in the envelope, picking up some old mail, and that's it. All I can figure is that I threw them away with the old mail because I sure can't find them anywhere in the house.
So, I’m telling my husband about all this (except the receipt thing--that would have put him over the edge) and about how if it’s not in front of me, I won’t remember it. Always a fount of knowledge, this is how our conversation went:
Hubby: You know that’s how they judge cognitive development in children.
Me: Excuse me?
Hubby: They show a child a toy, then they put a screen up in front of it and see how the child responds.
Me: I don’t think I like where this is going.
Hubby: And a child who easily forgets about the toy is . . . is . . . is (notices the look I’m giving him)
Me: Is what?
Hubby: Well, isn’t developing cognitive abilities as quickly as a child who knows the toy is still there.
Me: And this is pertinent to me, how?
Hubby: I’m just sayin’
Me: That my cognitive abilities haven’t matured?
Hubby: (starts looking for an escape)
So, that’s been my week basically. I did get a lot of things scratched off my list. We’re going to celebrate Veteran’s Day by going down to Kansas City for the weekend.
I better start working on that list of what we need to take with us; otherwise, I will forget something, probably the camera. I usually forget the camera. Actually, I think I’ll get that out right now and put it in my purse.
But I still have to put "pour Draino down the drain" on my list.
Have a great weekend, everyone.