Okay, I know myself. I know that I am distracted (ditzy, even). My evidence is piling up by the week, though. Over the past week, I have done the following:
- found myself completely and paralyzingly unable to come up with my own address. I could name the street, but the house number was just GONE. It wasn’t that whole “right on the tip of my tongue” thing, either. Total black hole where that information was stored. Had to ask Andrew.
- gotten lost in a school with a kid in tow. I left the office I was borrowing, got the kiddo from his classroom, and could not find my way back. In my defense, this school is designed in the shape of a wagon wheel with spokes (ridiculous, right?).
- put Baby Girl’s shoes on the wrong feet, then insisted there was nothing wrong with them. I also made her wear footed pajamas with a sock wadded in the bottom of one foot, until she said cheerfully, “What’s in there my foot?”
- left a pan cooking on my stove from 6pm until 1:30 am. I was attempting to make chicken stock, so it needed to simmer from 6 to about 10. I just went on to bed, of course. Though it didn’t actually burn totally down to nothing (amazingly), the whole house still smells like burnt chicken and smoke. Awesome. Bonus points because the smoke detectors didn’t get set off at 1 am when I bolted out of bed because I was dreaming about chicken noodle soup.
- While painting, I think I washed my paintbrush in my cup of wine instead of my water cup. Again, in my defense, they were both plastic red cups (classy, I know–I don’t think they’re really allowed to have beverages at the place where we were). Either that, or I just lost my cup somehow. The resulting painting is sort of ugly but doesn’t seem to smell.
I would like it noted that I did this before I had taken more than about two sips of my wine–I am completely dimwitted BEFORE the application of any adult beverage, thankyouverymuch. - driven to the wrong school (at least 1/2 way) a few times–that’s pretty typical for me. It’s a big county.
I’m sure there are more, but that’s all I can recall. I just pray Baby Girl gets her daddy’s common sense. Or that she’s really, really pretty. Either way.
