Joke: Scene – Three old ladies sit in a diner, discussing their health:
The first lady says, “You know, I’m getting really forgetful. This morning, I was standing at the top of the stairs, and I couldn’t remember whether I had just come up or was about to go down.”
The second lady says, “You think that’s bad? The other day, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I couldn’t remember whether I was going to sleep or had just woken up!”
The third lady smiles smugly. “Well, my memory is just as good as it’s always been, knock on wood,” she says as she raps on the table. Then with a startled look on her face, she asks, “Who’s there?”
Yes. That’s me. I’m having issues and I’ve decided that I have developed CRS, aka… Can’t Remember S#*t. It’s a problem. If my assistant didn’t call me by name or my kids weren’t calling me mom 15 times per day, I don’t know if I would even remember who I was.
People used to tell me that with each progressive child, my memory would fade a bit (maybe we should say “thank you” for that one!). And here I am … three teens and I’m 50 … the double whammy! I can’t tell you how many times I walk from one room to the next to get something only to have forgotten what I went to get. I literally find myself going back to where I started to see if it will jog my memory. Recently, it was so bad that I forgot the name of my quarterback — Aaron Rogers. Who forgets Aaron Rogers?????
Two days ago, I put the butter in the cupboard and the oatmeal in the fridge. Yesterday, I found the frozen waffles (not so frozen anymore) in the recycling! I must have thought that the FULL box of waffles should be recycled. I remember (I can remember a few things) last year when I was implementing a “consequence” one of the boys and he said to me, “that’s fine because you don’t have any short-term memory so you’ll forget anyway.” He was right but once he reminded me … I made sure not to forget!!! Sorry kid, it doesn’t pay to be honest all the time!
Not much we can do about CRS. I usually laugh it off, pawn it off to menopause (sorry guys) or just apologize for not having all my synapses firing at the same time. Whatever it is, I know that some of you are hanging right there with me, which would give me some comfort if I could remember who you are!
Have a wonderful Saturday!
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