Lost

LOST:
My Marbles

WHERE:
If I knew that they wouldn’t be lost.

WHEN:
A few here and there over the last few years, but the majority in the last few months.

HOW MANY:
A lot. Have you seen the size of my head?

Lately it seems that I forget the simplest of tasks. It is really getting irritating.


Last night I had a bowl of ice cream. DE-LISH! This morning when I went to put the milk back in the fridge after breakfast I noticed a strange container in there as well. That’s right. I put the ice cream away in the fridge. It was a soupy mess. At least it wasn’t in the pantry.

A few days ago I put dinner in the oven and went downstairs to play with the kids. I felt just like June Cleaver. When the oven timer went off we all came upstairs to eat. That’s when I noticed that there wasn’t any rice cooking on the stove. I yelled, “Oh crap!” Two small voices behind me repeated my words in unison. (At least I said crap, right?) Anyway, rice was a key ingredient to that meal. How did I forget that? I have no idea. But dinner was delayed and we were all hungry and ornery.

Last week Andy asked me to pick up some shampoo for him at Target. When I got home, he pointed out that it was conditioner. Oops. We were going out on a “date” the next night and he said we could pick some up then. I use the term “date” loosely, as dinner was followed by a romantic stroll down the toy aisle at WalMart. We found some great Christmas presents for the twins. When we got home, however, we realized that we both forgot the shampoo. So Andy said he would run over to the Target next to his theater and pick some up the next day. I asked him to see if they also had a pair of glittery red Fancy Nancy dress up shoes for Makenzie since they were out of stock at the Target by our house. He kindly obliged and also found some cute snow toys for the kids. When he pulled the stuff out of the bag to show me I noticed there wasn’t any shampoo in the bag. I won’t repeat the words he uttered at that time.

A few months ago I would have blamed my stupidity on the phenomenon known in the medical community as “Momnesia.” Based on Andy’s recent behavior, however, I feel that it is caused by something deeper. I am convinced that there are some toxic fumes seeping into our house that are causing this. Perhaps it is the compost pile that my neighbor to the north (DAD!) has been baking all summer. He recently stirred it up putting more leaves in there and it is quite ripe. Or maybe we have changed one two many toxic diapers. But more than likely the answer is simply that Andy & I both need more sleep. Nonetheless, I really miss having all of my marbles. So please, be on the look out for them. Or at the very least buy me some for Christmas.