I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m scattered. I can’t remember people’s names, y’all. I am relying on my ever loyal lists to get by. This time of year is usually relatively calm for our family, but somehow we’ve found ourselves in a storm of rehearsals, practices, school projects and life.
It’s not just me. The Boy searched and searched for a black shirt he needed for school. He couldn’t find it. He searched again. I conceded, realizing we might just need a new black shirt. He’s the worst looker of them all, but he was stumped. I gave myself a pat on the back for finding the shirt before I bought a new one, but that didn’t stop the temporary chaos.
The Girl lost a book. She had the book. It was right where she left it, but she couldn’t remember where she left it. I don’t make it a habit of replacing all lost things, because she needs to keep up with her stuff, but I conceded to that, too. Pat myself on the back for finding that one, too, but I gave her a pass.
My friend Mandi drove to two houses to pick up her daughter, only to realize her daughter was already at home. Hey, we lost a shirt and a book. She lost her kid. Believe you me, I’m not judging.
I was in the grocery store the other day, and right after I avoided talking to someone whose name I couldn’t recall, I dropped an entire of chocolate chip cookies all over the floor. They went everywhere. Normally I might’ve made a bee line to the wine aisle. I waved the white flag instead. Once in the parking lot, I looked for my car for a few minutes, I found it. Went to unlock it, wondering why the button didn’t work on my key thingy. Wasn’t my car.
My mom tells a story like that, one about getting in the wrong car. She got in what looked like her car and wondered what happened to all the mess. Wasn’t her car, either.
Dinner last night sat in a cold oven for nearly 30 minutes before I realized the oven was, well, cold.
None of this really matters, of course. They’re teeny little unimportant blips on the radar. It’s mildly comical to think about. They’re all fixable, too. Maybe that’s where I need to focus. Not on the things I’m losing or forgetting, but the fact that I remember and find them in the end.
I need a little reset is all. Who wants to take me to the beach?
The good news? It’s spring. Things are blooming, and there’s a lovely sense of new life all around our beautiful city. I also just learned it’s International Happy Day. I don’t know what that means, but I’ll take it. I am happy, even when I feel dumb. Besides, as I write, it’s the Spring Equinox. At least the egg on my counter stays balanced, even if the rest of us feel a little off kilter. Cheers to getting it together, like that egg, even for a day.