I have a growing problem. I’m starting to realize that I say the F
word…a lot.
No, not that F word.
Forget.
I am constantly forgetting something. I forget I’m supposed
to call someone back or to tell my husband I have a late meeting at work. I
forget to get milk at the grocery store when that’s the one thing I went there
for. I forget to send birthday and anniversary cards in a timely manner (don’t
even get me started on baby or wedding presents). Sometimes (sorry Princess) I
forget I haven’t fed the dog since yesterday. I forget
now why I started writing this post….
I used to be AMAZING at remembering things. In college, grad
school and early on in my career, I was on top of it. Calendars, to-do lists,
and e-mails were all up to date. I didn’t let things slip through the cracks
and I was always one step ahead of myself.
But recently, I’ve noticed a serious slip. Call it old age
(does this happen to everyone as soon as they crossover 30?!) or mommy
brain (I’m convinced that’s a legit medical condition) or call it whatever you
want, but it isn’t pretty. So far (fingers crossed), I haven’t managed to
forget anything major. I’m still employed, my kid is safe and my marriage is intact.
I think most people I interact with on a
daily basis, know that my forgetfulness isn’t an excuse but a genuine problem I’m
struggling with. I truly hope that the next time the phrase “I’m so sorry, I
forgot!” comes out of my mouth that my friends, family and colleagues will
respond with another F word…forgiveness.
So until I figure out the magic solution for my forgetfulness
(Ginkgo biloba, anyone?) please just laugh it off and enjoy receiving our
family Christmas card in July.
*M