Remembering
It's been a rough weekend, at least for my mind. I don't know if it's the hormone fluctuation from menopause or just senility, but I can't seem to remember anything lately, or if I do remember, I get it all confused. For instance, I had made an appointment with the vet for Saturday morning for our dog's annual checkup. The vet's office called Friday to remind us. I had it written in my calendar. The vet is our next door neighbor. But come Saturday, the appointment didn't even cross my mind until about 4 p.m. when I saw the vet in his yard next door.
A similar thing happened today. My eldest had a soccer game. The schedule was posted on the bulletin board by the back door. I looked at the schedule yesterday and saw that the game was at 7:45 p.m. I reminded her about the game, and we worked our entire day's schedule around the game time. While I thought it was a little late for a game on Sunday night, I didn't let it bother me. I should have, though. Because when it came time to leave at 7 p.m., I looked at the schedule again--and I saw that I had inadvertently misread it the first time. It turns out her game last Friday night, which was cancelled by bad weather, was at 7:45 p.m. TODAY's game was at 3:15 p.m.--which meant, of course, that she had missed the entire thing.
I also forgot my watch this morning, and I forgot where I put the dentist bill that needs to be paid. I went to the grocery and forgot the list. I forgot everything else I forgot.
Am I crazy? Is it menopause or do I just have too many things going on in my life to remember anything? It doesn't seem like there's anything more going on now than there was last year, but I just can't remember. Maybe I'm not getting enough sleep. Some nights, I get only about 4 hours. Most nights, it's about 6 hours. Hardly ever more than that. I even tried to take a nap today, though I should've been in the garage priming and painting the new 3" trim I bought. I drifted in and out of sleep and woke up feeling even more tired than before the nap.
Perhaps some of this weekend's memory lapse stems from the disrupted schedule we experienced. It was anything but normal. School was dismissed 3 hours early on Friday because of bad weather. Piano lessons were cancelled for the same reason that afternoon, as was the daughter's Friday night soccer game. On Saturday--I barely even remember Saturday. Today, only the girls and I went to church, and we had to rush afterwards to drive about an hour to a dirtbike race, where my husband had gone earlier. (It was his first race to ride in.) We were the only idiots stupid enough to drive a car out there in the field and rutted road. Everyone else had trucks or SUVs. After we drove home, I ran to Home Depot to get the trim, then collapsed on the bed.
I told my family tonight that everyone has to quit relying on me to tell them when and where things are. Everyone has their own calendar, and they ought to be able to keep it. But since I'm usually the one who has to drive the kids to and fro, all their "events" need to be on my calendar, too. I need to hire a reminder service.
However, I did accomplish a couple of things this weekend. I definitely decided to go with the 3" trim (which means more work to replace the 2"). And I discovered that the maximum length of wood I can maneuver into the car is 9', and that's with about 1' sticking out the rear side window. I don't think I'll try 9' again, though. I felt like I was going to sideswipe everyone who drove by.
A similar thing happened today. My eldest had a soccer game. The schedule was posted on the bulletin board by the back door. I looked at the schedule yesterday and saw that the game was at 7:45 p.m. I reminded her about the game, and we worked our entire day's schedule around the game time. While I thought it was a little late for a game on Sunday night, I didn't let it bother me. I should have, though. Because when it came time to leave at 7 p.m., I looked at the schedule again--and I saw that I had inadvertently misread it the first time. It turns out her game last Friday night, which was cancelled by bad weather, was at 7:45 p.m. TODAY's game was at 3:15 p.m.--which meant, of course, that she had missed the entire thing.
I also forgot my watch this morning, and I forgot where I put the dentist bill that needs to be paid. I went to the grocery and forgot the list. I forgot everything else I forgot.
Am I crazy? Is it menopause or do I just have too many things going on in my life to remember anything? It doesn't seem like there's anything more going on now than there was last year, but I just can't remember. Maybe I'm not getting enough sleep. Some nights, I get only about 4 hours. Most nights, it's about 6 hours. Hardly ever more than that. I even tried to take a nap today, though I should've been in the garage priming and painting the new 3" trim I bought. I drifted in and out of sleep and woke up feeling even more tired than before the nap.
Perhaps some of this weekend's memory lapse stems from the disrupted schedule we experienced. It was anything but normal. School was dismissed 3 hours early on Friday because of bad weather. Piano lessons were cancelled for the same reason that afternoon, as was the daughter's Friday night soccer game. On Saturday--I barely even remember Saturday. Today, only the girls and I went to church, and we had to rush afterwards to drive about an hour to a dirtbike race, where my husband had gone earlier. (It was his first race to ride in.) We were the only idiots stupid enough to drive a car out there in the field and rutted road. Everyone else had trucks or SUVs. After we drove home, I ran to Home Depot to get the trim, then collapsed on the bed.
I told my family tonight that everyone has to quit relying on me to tell them when and where things are. Everyone has their own calendar, and they ought to be able to keep it. But since I'm usually the one who has to drive the kids to and fro, all their "events" need to be on my calendar, too. I need to hire a reminder service.
However, I did accomplish a couple of things this weekend. I definitely decided to go with the 3" trim (which means more work to replace the 2"). And I discovered that the maximum length of wood I can maneuver into the car is 9', and that's with about 1' sticking out the rear side window. I don't think I'll try 9' again, though. I felt like I was going to sideswipe everyone who drove by.
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Finally - I don't feel so weird with all my memory problems!
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