I suck

Two kids + a part-time job + one unpaid writing gig + a couple of blogs + a house that doesn't clean itself + meals up the wazoo + and a husband who works a ton =

two forgotten appointments, two forgotten friend's kids I was supposed to keep an eye on after school until their father arrived, one forgotten Kindergarten tuition, one forgotten cupcake I was supposed to send to school with Max, and one forgotten cup of sugar that should've gone into the pumpkin pie.

I've always leaned toward airheadedness. I mean, I know I'm not a stupid woman. But I biff a lot of things. Forget simple tasks I'm supposed to do. Mess up others. 

I try to convince myself that it's because I have a lot of balls in the air.

It can't be early onset alzheimers because, well, it just can't be.

Comfort me. What have you totally effed up lately?

Comments

[Parul]

You do NOT suck!

You're not the only one forgetting, I live by the calendar. Everything I need to do - including meet my baby at the bus stop, goes on the calendar, without it I am lost :( I frequently double book/forget stuff not on my calendar/to do list...

[Jennifer Jo]

A little thing, but one that causes me to scratch my head: I have, on more than one occasion, I'm afraid, berated my husband for bringing home the wrong flour, then last night, after carefully examining the variety of sacks, I snatched up the wrong ones. My husband loved it.

[kcinnova]

Sounds like normal life to me!

I'm off to the post office this morning to mail the package that had a deadline of yesterday. It's for my college son and a surprise event on Sunday night... and now it may or may not get to him on time.

Also, I got my new license plate tags in the mail and forgot to put them on the car. My husband found them in a pile of paperwork along with thank you notes that the 11yo wrote a month ago (I forgot to mail them).

Either you are perfectly normal or we are all duds.

[MSH]

I stayed out late last night to attend a workshop about brain development and learned that memory and sleep are tied up together and when a person shorts themself on sleep they are really shorting their memory. REM sleep is when all the day's memories are stored.

Then I went home and stayed up until 1:30am reorganizing the kitchen and avoiding more pressing tasks.

So, I didn't learn much, and now I will probably forget it all. There is too much to do and not enough time. Forgive yourself.

[Rae M]

I forget meetings for myself and forget to confirm appts for my boss. Also, I forget to pay my water bill too often...

I have lost my keys 17 times in the last six months and arrived at my locked office door without them twice.

You don't suck - you are wonderful and amazing and you make delicious food (when you remember all the ingredients).

[Vanessa McGrady]

In the past several months I have:
forgotten my computer at home and arrived at work without it
misplaced keys
triple-booked engagements
completely forgotten people's birthdays
pretty much stopped making dinner
left my tea on the counter in my travel mug about 10 mornings

BUT my dogs love me and so does my husband, so I'll count that as points

don't feel so bad. just start saying no.

[Maureena]

Don't feel bad. I am good at remembering details, just not important ones (I can remember what I wore including my earrings on my first date with my husband, but I can never remember how many years we've been married, for example). I need to write EVERYTHING down, meeting/event/appointments or I will not remember it. As for items, I will leave things I need to remember in obvious places to prompt me or use post-its. Some people seem to hold their to-do list in their heads, perfectly. Those of us who do not must use additional methods to stay organized, I guess.

To make myself feel less dim I tell myself this is because my mind is much better at remembering and considering meaning and significance rather than mundane details.

[Cat]

I lost my keys for over a week in my own house. At least, I had a set of backup keys to get me through (thank goodness because who has time to go to the car place to replace the $200 clicker-thingy for the car?!). When I found the keys, I realized that they must have arrived at their location via my almost two year old son. Argh.

And seriously, when I was reading this post and the comments, I thought there were two things I could comment about (the keys, and well, something else). But for the life of me I couldn't even hold the thought long enough to type it out! How sad is that?!?! Double argh.