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.