Okay, Where Do You Hide the Bottle?

Mike thinks it is funny to ask me where the bottle is. The bottle of liquor, that is. Seriously, I can laugh about my absentmindedness, but then sometimes I think I may have actually lost my mind. What do you think?

The other day I called my answering machine to remind myself about something; after I hung up I realized I had just told my answering machine, “Okay, love you, bye.”

I misplaced my birthday money. I scoured the house looking for it. I found it. Minutes later, Mike asked me where I had found it. I thought for a minute, then answered honestly, “I can’t remember.”

I have conversations almost daily that include the phrase, “I lost my words.” Mid-thought, the word I was going to use just disappears, poof.

Sometimes I actually do remember something, but I forget I remembered it. As in, “Oh, I need to go get my book from the car.” I then go out to the car and my book is nowhere to be found. I go back inside and discover, "Oh, there's my book; I forgot I remembered it earlier."

It started when I was pregnant. I often found myself doing things like putting the milk in the pantry instead of the fridge. I am pretty sure that a significant portion of my brains transferred to Kyle via the umbilical cord. I find him to be exceptionally intelligent; as well he should be, since he has his brains plus about half of mine.

When I was pregnant with Cade I didn't notice a pronounced drop in my mental functions. Bless his heart, I don’t know if that means he sucked out less of my brains or if I just didn't notice because I was well-accustomed to my dimished brain power. He seems pretty smart, so I bet it's the latter.

Something reminded me of another crazy absentminded thing I did; it was really funny and I was going to write about it, but I can’t remember what it was. Maybe I'll remember it again later. Okay, love you, bye.