Good morning Everyone!
It is well-known at my household that I have a gift for being absent-minded. My family is resigned to the fact that I will forget the dinner choice they made in the den after I walk the ten feet or less it takes to reach the kitchen and have to ask again. Kayla, when she leaves the house to catch the bus, makes sure that she locks the front door to the house so I won’t forget. while Mark is very patient when he asks me for something from the kitchen, I leave, go in there, putter around for a while and then return to the den without his original item. Kayla knows when the two of us are riding around to do something to speak up when I am about to pass the original destination, having already forgotten what that was.
Yesterday, I reached what must be the pinnacle of absent-mindedness for any mom – I forgot to pick up Kayla! She has been riding to and from school on the bus, but on Thursdays I pick her up from the house and take her to art, then pick her up from art at the end of my workday.
Yesterday, although I knew I had to pick Kayla up from art when I left the office, I had forgotten by the time I reached the driveway of our house. I remembered Kayla just as I pulled up into the driveway, so I immediately left and returned to art to get Kayla.
I called our art teacher, Bonnie, to let her know what I had done and that I was immediately turning around to pick up Kayla. Bonnie is always a very good sport about things and I was so amused at myself I told her what had happened When I picked up Kaya, she was outside Bonnie’s The Cottage Gallery, waiting for me with that gleeful l look all children get when their parents manage to mess up on something.
After we got home, Mark told Kayla not to worry; he’d always send me back to get her – we would never want to do that to Ms. Bonnie!
Have a great day!
Nancy
Tales from the Mom-Side 
It’s called “old age”. 🙂
Alas, Barbara, for me it’s not. I’ve been that way pretty much my whole life. I can remember in high school, I would start to read when I got home, and my little sister would start talking to me and it would be about 5 minutes before it filtered through that she was speaking to me!
That’s funny Nancy! I watch old re-runs of two and a half men sometimes and there’s one episode where allan and charlie forget to pick jake up from school twice. Hilarious!
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