What is wrong with me?? I’ve been so forgetful and sometimes I can’t even say that I forgot something b/c it didn’t even register in my feeble brain! Is it Adult ADD? Dementia? Mommy brain?
This weekend for example…we went to the beach…fun, right? Sure. Of course. Items forgotten?
Hairbrush – left on counter in bathroom.
Engagement ring – left on dresser to be put on after shower. *sighs*
Beach toys – truly forgotten, not even planned!
Oil change for car – still on To Do list. Months overdue.
Gas – almost ran out AGAIN. This is the 2nd beach trip in a row with a “Holy SHIT! We’re almost out of gas” moment.
And the best one?? Wait for it…
Okay, the Frug was working right up to the moment I was ready to pull out of the driveway. He packed his bag himself (small joy). I had packed my bag and the kids’ bags. Got the very important “road snacks”, put the DVDs in the back seat to avoid any kind of conversations aka fights. I brought down our 3 bags — mine and the kids — (this is usually the Frug’s job b/c I am a delicate flower but I was feeling nice that day) and got the car all packed up.
Time to go…yelling at him to get in the car b/c we had to pick Sarcasmo up at school by 11:30am (I nicely packed him a change of clothes so he wouldn’t have to be dressed as a Catholic School Boy for the entire car ride)…he finally comes out…he had to check the lights and put on the alarm and do whatever else he does in the house…so, a teeny bit late, we’re off!
Get to the beach and unload the car…
Frug: “Where’s my bag, Cow**?”
Me: *scowls* “I’m still unloading”
Me: *realization dawns* “Wait, did you ever bring it downstairs?”
Frug: “No, I was working!”
Me: “I never usually bring the bags down, you do!”
Frug: “I was working, Cow!”
Yes, the Frug’s suitcase was left behind. Really. It was like Italy all over again except, rather than blaming Delta, he is blaming ME. I’ve accepted 50% blame for this one. He is refusing to accept the other 50%. Poor guy did have to go out and shop (i.e. break out in hives) for clothes and toiletries. Again.
So, if my brain was still all there, I would have noticed that his bag wasn’t in the car, right? Where is my brain? Seriously.
Oh, and I also managed to lose my special Rays Bans!! *cries* They were the ones that the Frug got me for my birthday that made me look like Tammi Taylor on Friday Night Lights! *wails*
**Any new readers wondering WTH the Frug calls me “Cow“? It’s him saying “Kel” but in a Baltimore accent.