It’s a wet gray day outside and like most of you I have to get into the car and drive one of the kids to school and the other to work before I pick up my car at the dealer and return their loaner. It’s also Monday, grocery day, and the day I make calls to the nail place, doctor, dentist, whomever regarding my three kids or myself. It’s information overload day.
Mondays would be very difficult days if I didn’t have a calender, with alarm, on my iPhone. (Okay, it’s not just Monday’s). In my Notes section is my grocery list. Appointments have to signal me so I can remember to stop what I’m doing and go do what is necessary. Writing things on a To Do list is not an option-the paper disappears. Rendezvous with the sock in the dryer, I guess.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I suffer from what I used to make fun of my own mother about: Forgetfulness.
Some causes: overload, aging, stress, kids, fill in the blank. Mine is from kids, aging, and a full treatment of chemotherapy six years ago. So I have chemo brain tripled with aging and kids. Hence the alarm on the cell.
When I finally returned home this afternoon, with a new loaner car (don’t ask) I had to take a breather. With a snack of leftovers and some tea, I took some time to read my emails. Well, don’t you know, the perfect YouTube clip and an email were sent my way and gave me a few laughs.