You know, I used to be one sharp tack. Really. I was on the ball. I knew every date, time, event - you name it. I was on the ball. I was organized and I was with it. What happened? I feel like a freaking moron anymore! I can't retain anything in my noggin anymore.
I have to write everything down IMMEDIATELY - and even then I write it wrong have of the time. I've come to realize that I'm just a few crayons short of a full box these days. Is it age? Is it my kids? What has brought this scatter-brained universe to my doorstep? I don't want to be the stupid one! People tell jokes and I'm so out of it that they go over my head - then I realize that they were jokes several hours after the fact. then I just sit there worrying about how stupid people must think I am. Honest, I'm not stupid!
I've come to the conclusion that perhaps my children have my lost crayons. You know how kids are. They'll use my crayons, and then one day they won't need them anymore so they'll gather them up. Some may be broken and dulled down. Some will be missing the paper telling me what color they are and others may be chwewd on. Still others may never return, as crayons are sometimes lost forever - only to be found next summer melted into the carpet under the back seat of the car. My box of crayons will never be quite what it once was, will it? I guess I'll need to keep my pocket planner with me at all times. What's next, taking my address labels with me everywhere incase I need to enter a contest?
