In Memory of the Things I Forgot

Maybe it's the fact that I rarely sleep longer than a few hours uninterrupted, or perhaps I've just been drinking Diet Coke out of aluminum cans for too many years now, but lately I've been very forgetful.

Let me tell you the things I've forgotten here lately, if I can remember them all.

I had an appointment with the GI doctor last Tuesday. This was just a return visit to see how the medicine I'm on is working on my IBS, and I was supposed to get another rx for it. I couldn't get an appointment on a day that Charlie would be in preschool, so I was dreading the visit for several weeks leading up to the day. One would think that all that dread might help me remember it. I set my calendar on my cell phone up so that it would beep at me a few hours before the appointment, which it did. And when it did, I stared at it, completely befuddled as to why my phone was beeping at me. Once I saw the little calendar icon, I knew that it was trying to remind me of something, but I couldn't recall what in the world it could possibly be. I assumed I'd accidentally programmed it to do that, turned it off, and stuck it back in my pocket. The doctor's office was kind enough to send me a letter a few days later informing me that I had missed my appointment, and asking me to call and reschedule. I've been meaning to do that, but...well, you know.

I can't believe the phone was reminding me of it, and I still forgot. There's no option to type in a description of the event on the calendar, and when it popped up I couldn't remember what the reminder was for.

That Saturday, Tim and Charlie had an 11:00 appointment with the uber-expensive photographer. Early that week, I mentioned to Tim that we needed to make sure that he and Charlie both had something suitable to wear for the photos, and kept telling myself that I needed to go through Charlie's closet and be certain that I had what I needed. Well, I never did that, nor did I make sure Tim had the solid blue, long-sleeved shirt that he needed. I never did either of those things because I completely forgot about the appointment. Completely. Forgot. The assistant, Valerie, called me at 11:30-ish wondering where we were. I apologized, and she was very nice about it. She rescheduled us for that Saturday. We made it that time.

Well, a few days after the pics were taken, she called me to say that the pictures were ready for me to look at and make my order. After naming off several good times for me, none of which were good for her, I made an appointment for 2:00 last Thursday. There were no times available while he was at preschool, so I would just have to take Charlie with me. That day I went to pick him up from school at 1:00-- not 1:30, thanks to some selfish mommas-- and on the way there-- people, I'm telling you, ON THE WAY THERE I was thinking about how I had to go to the photographer's house and look at those pictures after picking him up. And I proceeded to put him in the car, drive home, put him to bed, and fall asleep myself. How the hell do you think about something an hour before you're supposed to do it, and somehow still forget it??

I need to call her and reschedule, but I am so ashamed. She must think I am the biggest slacker on the planet.

There have been other brain farts recently, but those are the most notable ones. Today I was on the other end of town at 5:30, and I knew I needed to get something for dinner since I wouldn't have time to cook a meal before Tim got home from work. Unfortunately, I didn't remember that fact until I'd made it all the way back home, and I had to go back to Hattiesburg again in 5:30 traffic-- with a sick Charlie in the back.

I think I need a personal assistant, like those snobby celebrities. If the drug addicted train wreck that is Corey Haim can have one, why can't I?