Confessions of an Absent Minded Mother

My husband keeps asking me if we could have another baby.  Finally, I just turned to him and said, “Look, we have three of them, and I haven’t lost one of them yet.  Why would you want to push our luck?”

Seriously, I forget my keys, my wallet, my purse.  I head to the store to get chickpeas for  chickpea salad and come out with all the ingredients except the chickpeas. I forget to pick up my children from school, and I forget to turn in permission slips.  I might get the date of the party correct, but forget the location or the time.  One well-meaning mother pulled me aside and said, “You can sync all of those dates on a calendar if you just get a smart phone.  I have all of my boys schedules color coded.  I never miss a thing.”  I didn’t want to tell her that I have a smart phone-- it just isn’t smart enough. You have to look at it, you have to want to know the details.  My husband says I am not ADD, but there has to be some explanation for my complete inability to go a whole week without some absent-minded disaster.  The alzheimer’s home is not going to be very different for me. “Oh, you lost your way in the supermarket, and you don’t know the name of your cat, Mabel?  I haven’t known I even had a cat for years.  Just embrace it-- forgetfulness makes life so much more exciting!”