If I Only Had Lindsay's Brain
Hi all,
What an evening I had last night. What does it mean when you spend most of your evening retracing your steps to find/get stuff you've lost/forgotten? It all began when we were ready to leave with our neighbors at 6 pm to go to National Night Out at the zoo. (well, I should mention that I FORGOT that Maggie still has dance for 2 more weeks and so didn't take her to her 2nd to the last classes from 2 - 3:30 this afternoon) Anyway, I realized that I needed to stop at the bank first to deposit checks and get some cash. I told them to take Maggie and I'd meet them there with Ryan after the bank. So I got to the bank and Ryan refused to get out of the car to go into the bank. I did what all excellent Mom's do...I screamed at him till I embarrassed him enough to go in.
I was pretty hot at this point. We went in and teller gave me a hard time telling me that they have to put a 2 day hold on my payroll checks because they are hand written. I complained to the manager that this has never been the case before, and they "made an exception" for me. We left and drove 3/4 of the way to the zoo (about 10 minutes) when I realized that I'd left all my paper work at the bank, including the registration form we need to get into National Night Out. SO, we turn around to go back to the bank. I go up to the teller to ask if I had left any papers behind and he says "who waited on you?" Realizing I'd made a lasting impression on him I say "you did. I had some papers with me that...I see right there behind you on the counter!!"(I say in a happy voice) The woman next to him saunters over and says "you didn't leave them here you left them on that counter over there" in a snotty voice. "I didn't know where I'd left them, that's why I was looking for them!!!" ARRRG!!
So we get back to the car. Race to the zoo. Park the van. Walk about 100 yards, realize I left the cell in the car (I need it to hook up with our neighbors, the Pauls/Maggie). We run back get the cell. Register/call and bump into Ryan's best friend. He stays with their family and I go to meet the Pauls. (As I look back, this was when I should have packed up and gone home!!!) I finally meet up with them at 7 p.m. We eat go on some rides. Stand in a long line, as we get to the front they close the ride because someone saw lightning. John decides to go home. I will take Pam and Melina home, but I tell them that I have to put the back seat back into the van. We meet Ryan and Tyler/family and do the flash light walk with both the Pauls and the Klossowskis.
The walk ends around 9:15 or so. We walk in the dark to our van. I open and start our steaming, messy van. I climb in the back and try to figure out how to re-attach the seats. With Pam reading the instructions to me from the manual we figure it out and I think (that wasn't so bad.) Then we realize that it's the wrong seat and the seatbelt will not work. ARRGGGG. So I have to take out the big heavy seat. It won't collapse completely so I have to move the big heavy awkward seat onto the parking lot, then I install the other seat, figure out how to collapse the first seat and put it pack into the van. After apologizing all over the place to Pam (Hard to imagine I know) we leave the parking lot at 9:45 p.m.
Did I mention that it was HOT as HeLL???
Finally pull into the drive way. Get out of the car. Talk to the kids about our new pool a bit. Turn to walk in...my keys are gone. Can't find them. Bring everything in. Dump out everything. No Keys. I don't need them at the moment...but they are gone. I take flashlight out. I clean the van, check all around the van/pool. Can't find them. Pat puts the kids to bed. I cry on his shoulder.
I go to bed. Wake up...send Ryan outside...he comes in with my keys in the inside door pocket of the van. (which Pat and I had both checked the night before...but they were there this morning and yes pat had locked the van over night but had left his key so we could get around.)
So....WHY WHY WHY are these things happening??? I guess I'm distracted by so much I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing at the moment. I think that my brain's ability to multi-task is losing it's umpf!!!
Oh did I mentioned that my really nice, expensive glasses have been missing for 2 weeks.
If you have any advice or condolences for my brain...I'd appreciate it.
What an evening I had last night. What does it mean when you spend most of your evening retracing your steps to find/get stuff you've lost/forgotten? It all began when we were ready to leave with our neighbors at 6 pm to go to National Night Out at the zoo. (well, I should mention that I FORGOT that Maggie still has dance for 2 more weeks and so didn't take her to her 2nd to the last classes from 2 - 3:30 this afternoon) Anyway, I realized that I needed to stop at the bank first to deposit checks and get some cash. I told them to take Maggie and I'd meet them there with Ryan after the bank. So I got to the bank and Ryan refused to get out of the car to go into the bank. I did what all excellent Mom's do...I screamed at him till I embarrassed him enough to go in.
I was pretty hot at this point. We went in and teller gave me a hard time telling me that they have to put a 2 day hold on my payroll checks because they are hand written. I complained to the manager that this has never been the case before, and they "made an exception" for me. We left and drove 3/4 of the way to the zoo (about 10 minutes) when I realized that I'd left all my paper work at the bank, including the registration form we need to get into National Night Out. SO, we turn around to go back to the bank. I go up to the teller to ask if I had left any papers behind and he says "who waited on you?" Realizing I'd made a lasting impression on him I say "you did. I had some papers with me that...I see right there behind you on the counter!!"(I say in a happy voice) The woman next to him saunters over and says "you didn't leave them here you left them on that counter over there" in a snotty voice. "I didn't know where I'd left them, that's why I was looking for them!!!" ARRRG!!
So we get back to the car. Race to the zoo. Park the van. Walk about 100 yards, realize I left the cell in the car (I need it to hook up with our neighbors, the Pauls/Maggie). We run back get the cell. Register/call and bump into Ryan's best friend. He stays with their family and I go to meet the Pauls. (As I look back, this was when I should have packed up and gone home!!!) I finally meet up with them at 7 p.m. We eat go on some rides. Stand in a long line, as we get to the front they close the ride because someone saw lightning. John decides to go home. I will take Pam and Melina home, but I tell them that I have to put the back seat back into the van. We meet Ryan and Tyler/family and do the flash light walk with both the Pauls and the Klossowskis.
The walk ends around 9:15 or so. We walk in the dark to our van. I open and start our steaming, messy van. I climb in the back and try to figure out how to re-attach the seats. With Pam reading the instructions to me from the manual we figure it out and I think (that wasn't so bad.) Then we realize that it's the wrong seat and the seatbelt will not work. ARRGGGG. So I have to take out the big heavy seat. It won't collapse completely so I have to move the big heavy awkward seat onto the parking lot, then I install the other seat, figure out how to collapse the first seat and put it pack into the van. After apologizing all over the place to Pam (Hard to imagine I know) we leave the parking lot at 9:45 p.m.
Did I mention that it was HOT as HeLL???
Finally pull into the drive way. Get out of the car. Talk to the kids about our new pool a bit. Turn to walk in...my keys are gone. Can't find them. Bring everything in. Dump out everything. No Keys. I don't need them at the moment...but they are gone. I take flashlight out. I clean the van, check all around the van/pool. Can't find them. Pat puts the kids to bed. I cry on his shoulder.
I go to bed. Wake up...send Ryan outside...he comes in with my keys in the inside door pocket of the van. (which Pat and I had both checked the night before...but they were there this morning and yes pat had locked the van over night but had left his key so we could get around.)
So....WHY WHY WHY are these things happening??? I guess I'm distracted by so much I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing at the moment. I think that my brain's ability to multi-task is losing it's umpf!!!
Oh did I mentioned that my really nice, expensive glasses have been missing for 2 weeks.
If you have any advice or condolences for my brain...I'd appreciate it.
posted by betsyjane at
11:16 AM
5 Comments:
Betsy,
Without giving it a long time to ponder, I would say that it happens to all of us, and it usually means you're doing too much, and need to stop and reevaluate. Usually it is just one thing that I said yes to, and shouldn't have, that puts me over the edge. It is life's way of making you slow down. I bet everyone would agree that we've all been there. Very frustrating!! Hope that helps.
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Chrissie, at 1:06 PM
Yikes, that sounds rough. Now I echo exactly what Chrissie offered,and pose a question to you. Would much of this not have happened if it were 20 degrees cooler? Ryan wouldn't have made a fuss, cause he wouldn't have been so hot and bothered, you wouldn't have been so flustered, and generally, you wouldn't have had the heebie-jeebies like I get when I want to get out of the heat RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!! At the very least, it might not have been so bad. Then again, we all have our days from HELL(refer to Lindsay blog of yesterday) I'm sure you know, Betsy, but it doesn't go away. You will have less responsiblity for young'uns as they get older, but their lives get complicated as well. But all in all It's all worth it. And of course there are some plusses to going back to school to save us from all that family bonding!
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Joannie, at 2:49 PM
Thank you sisters. Where would I be without you?? I know everything you are saying is true. I try so hard not to do too much, but the problem is when I don't do things...I start to blob...and then everything starts to crumble. So on some level I have to do stuff to keep my sanity. Anyway, thank you for taking the time to consider my terrible, no good, VERY BAD evening and for avoiding the urge to type back: WHAT A LOSER!!
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betsyjane, at 7:12 PM
Never, never, never would I have that urge.
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Chrissie, at 7:18 AM
Thanks for the support you old fart!!
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betsyjane, at 9:25 PM
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