Today I mailed my son's study notes.
There's really no exuse other than that I was distracted. Am I the only one? The only one who took medication and can't remember ten seconds later if they took it or not? The only one whose husband says he told her something just yesterday and she can't remember him saying it?
Okay, my mind is somewhere else half the time. Not that I want it to be, it's just that there's so much stuff to remember. Just to take my kids to school I have to remember who has what today. Gym? We need tennis shoes. Soccer practice? Cleats, shin guards, water, and snack. Field trip forms, lunch money, book bags, homework. On the way to school I have to remember who has what test today. One child needs to review vocabulary, one has to memorize a poem, another reviews for a Science test (yes, we studied the night before, but there's something about sleep that wipes the slate clean, you know.)
I drop them off, and my own list begins. I run errands while listening to a CD to prepare for worship team practice. In between songs, I try to remember what I have to do today and remind myself of my doctor appointment. I pull into my drive and stop to deposit the outgoing mail.
The study guide is actually IN the mail box and I'm flipping up the red flag before I realize my mistake. I open the lid and laugh at myself. I mean, really, what else can you do?