I just ate my breakfast cereal out of a small serving dish.
You see, I forgot to start the dishwasher last night. I remembered to load it - I remembered to tell the kids to put their plates in after dinner - I remembered to go back and put their plates in when I realized they'd all ignored me and run off to Scouts without so much as a backward glance. I just forgot to start the darn thing.
It might be age related memory issues - I'm not ruling that out... but I have forgotten so many things lately.
To be honest - sometimes memory loss is necessary. Any mother of more than one child can attest to this... because if we REALLY, truly remembered all of the discomfort, pain, and general crabbiness associated with pregnancy, labor, and childbirth - this would be a world of "only children". Apparently my memory is really bad because I have 5...
Last night I forgot (again) that I'm far too old to function on 5 hours of sleep.
It's not like I had too many choices - after picking up Teen from Scouts and taking him to the only store (besides Wally World) that stays open until 10 pm to buy black slacks (which I found out yesterday were needed for today's men's choir performance... at 8 a.m.)... We got home at the very unreasonable hour of 11:00 (because I ended up at Wally World anyway for costume "finishing touches"*). Not so bad... except that Teen chooses then to remember that there are a few things that must be washed before the performance as well...
Being the self sacrificing type of mother I am widely known to be - and not wanting to deal with a grumpy Teen in the morning - I offered to stay up the 42 minutes that the wash cycle takes in order to put the laundry into the dryer. Wrinkles be darned - I didn't care enough to stay up the additional 40 minutes of the dryer cycle.
Sometimes it's not our choice to lose sleep - because Time and Tide wait for no man. Only... we use All Free and Clear... but that may not be the kind of "Tide" that saying is about? :)
*"finishing touches" may or may not refer to the fabric with which to construct said costume, the pattern to create said costume, and whatever I could find to invent something for me to wear so as not to look like a dud this year. I love Halloween, really... somehow I just haven't caught the "spirit" yet?
Psalms 30:4-5 -- On Singing for Joy
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