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Brain, where are you?

Last week I posted about how I thought I should still be able to run as fast as I did a few years ago; I just cannot seem to accept that I am getting older and things don't work as well/fast as they used to. But my bigger concern is just how forgetful and absent-minded I have become over the past few years. Isn't 40 a little young to be losing your mind?!

Case in point: As I was putting away groceries from the seventh circle of hell today (i.e., Walmart), I did not see my grapefruit juice carton that I had had juice from this morning in the fridge. I looked to see if I had left it on the table. I checked in the cupboard, as I have been known to put milk and juice in once or twice. I also looked to see if I put it on the baker's rack with the cereal. I even checked the garbage, even though I was quite certain the carton was still about a third full. But that juice was nowhere to be found.

About 30 minutes later, hubby comes into the kitchen as I was unloading the dishwasher and he asks me why my grapefruit juice in on top of the fridge in the vitamin storage box. I could not believe it. The juice carton is too tall for the shoebox-sized storage container, but apparently that did not register in my tired mind this morning, for the love of Pete.

Unfortunately, I have many stories like that. I cannot tell you how many times I have looked for things that were in my hand or behind my ear. I often go to the store and forget items on grocery lists because I am so sure I will be able to remember them without looking. I just don't learn. And if the hubby tells me he needs something, unless I write it down, that item will never be purchased. And I don't even want to talk about the times that he or J asks me to do something, and then something else distracts me, and it never happens.

Is this normal for a 40-year-old gal? Should I blame it on the time I ran into the pole walking back from the Pirates game two years ago? Please tell me I am not alone! Please. Now excuse me while I make a call I had forgotten about a few hours ago.

Update: At the park today, I asked my kid where her sunglasses were. She told me they were in my right hand. A few minutes later when we were a few blocks away from the park, I panicked when I reached for my cell phone, thinking I had dropped it. Then J reminded me I had handed it to her when we got in the car so she could text the hubs.



Nope, you're definitely not alone. As I unpacked the groceries yesterday, I put the crackers in the fridge, where they sat until my husband found them a few hours later. So either neither of us is crazy or maybe we both are? :)
bluzdude said…
I do that stuff all the time, and always have. As far as requests go, I tell people that if its not written down, it doesn't count. Throughout my life, I've tried to engineer things so that I don't have to remember things, whether its making lists or having one place and one place only to put my keys or briefcase or whatever.
Facie said…
Thanks for making feel better, Kristen and Bluz.

I like to think we are NOT crazy, Kristen. And. Bluz, I have certain places for something things, but there are times when my hands are too full for me to drop the keys on their usual tables, and then hours later, I wonder where they ended up.

Oh, and this morning I left out the cream cheese for almost two hours before hubby noticed it. Sigh.
Jessica R said…
I make everyone email me things because I never remember. I don't think age has anything to do with it. I've been known to ask my husband where my phone is while holding it. It happens!
Facie said…
Jessica: I am glad I am not alone with the holding-things-and-still-looking-for-them syndrome!

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