When you have school age kids you always know what day of the week, day of the month it is. You have to, it is your job as a Mom. You keep their schedules and social calendars up to date. You make sure they are on time and never miss a concert, sport, practice, lessons or anything else. You are organized not because it is your nature to be but because you have to in order to meet the needs of a large family. But what happens when they finish school and go out into the world on their own. It all goes to crap that’s what.
You no longer have a mind that remembers appointments like a personal planner, instead you must write everything down and then remember to check your calendar daily because if you forget to check, your screwed. You still have plenty to do but nothing that follows that rigid pace of a Mom with 4 kids. You finally wake up one morning, a beautiful morning, if a little hot and discover your not sure what day it is. “Is it Monday or maybe it’s Sunday, yes I think it is Sunday” finally you have to look at your cell phone to see that it is Monday, August 17th and confirm one of your worst fears, your losing you mind. When I say that I don’t mean crazy. I have always been a little bit crazy, in a good way. What I mean is that your brain cells are dying, your mind is going and you are losing the sharpness you once enjoyed. I wonder if it is from disuse but know in my heart it is age. I haven’t forgotten the year yet but I imagine that is awaiting me too, somewhere down the line, far far into the future. So much to look forward to, so glad I probably won’t remember that I forgot to remember.
Hey I’m in my late twenties and can’t ever remember my age! Crap I don’t even have kids yet and my brain cells are dying!
If it makes you feel any better, I am in my 30s (late) and have been questioning what day it is the entire summer. School starts next week, so I’d better get on the ball. I’ll let you know what day it is every morning, LOL!
All summer long I’ve gotten the days mixed up. I hope I can get it together when school starts (which for us, is still a month away…)
I hate to think of what awaits me 10-20 years from now…
I have the world’s WORST memory. I have to write every little thing down or it’s toast. You aren’t alone!
Really? Because I have a hard enough time remembering the day at my age. Crap. The boys will put me in a home before they graduate college.
I am in my late twenties, and from drycleaning pickup, library books dropoff, to kids’ doctors appointment, everything depends on my Google calendar. Thanks to the Google phone that I have now, I keep getting notifications for what I am supposed to do every hour and minute of the day.
Annoying? Yes. Helpful? Indeed!