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.
Sigh.
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.
Sigh.
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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.