How forgetful are you?

I'm starting to wonder about the whole "memory going bad the older you get" thing. Perhaps it's because I seem to be forgetting things that I would normally remember. You know, little things like, say, forgetting to pick up your child...for instance. Not just once. Actually it was two different days and each day was a different child. Does that count in the same way?

Now in my defense, both children were perfectly safe so don't go calling CPS on me. Of course some of you don't even know my real name so I feel a bit safer.

It really is due to distraction. The problem is, I seem to be more distracted the older I get. For example, that weekend of the California Achievement Testing and the non-test assessments that I coordinated. It took some effort to pull that off. There were a few little glitches that I didn't anticipate. Over all, it turned out pretty well. Lucy's assessment was the first one of Saturday. After that, I ran her over to a friend's house so that she didn't have to sit around being bored for several hours. That was the last day of testing so once we were done, it felt like it was time to cel.e.brate. Oh yeh, oh yeh! So that being said, I was 3/4ths the way home before I realized that Lucy was not in the car with us. I felt really bad because I had told my friend I would be done at a certain time which of course was long past. I immediately called her on my cell. Don't worry Washingtonians, I was using my bluetooth and the new law had not gone into effect yet anyway. As I apologized profusely for forgetting my child and thus being really late, my friend just cracked up. I'm thankful she found it funny and wasn't mad that I was such a delinquent.

Then there was the day that Susan had something going on at the library. It was last month so I don't remember all the details. I just remember that I was well past the library before remember it was MY job to pick her up. Lucky for me, the library is a safe place, the librarians know us and Susan loves to read. If not for those things, I would have been in deep doo doo. I'm talking about picking her up about 2 hours later than originally planned. Oh yeh, I remember, it was a shopping and latte date with a friend that I hadn't seen in awhile. Who would have known we would be gone that long? Perhaps I shouldn't admit that. The shopping was at a thrift store so you know that takes longer, right? As long as Susan and the librarians were not unhappy, I'm okay right?

I'm hoping it's not like early Alzheimer's or something. If it is, I'll have to get my act together and go back to being an 85% raw foodist. Not sure I'm ready for that again. That lack of self discipline thing.

Anyone else dealing with memory issues?

Slacker

I am a slacker.

Oh wait, NO...I meant to say, "I get distracted" because calling myself a "slacker" would be like taking personal responsibility for my actions and according to my June 8th post...no one in the US of A does that. Therefore, I get distracted.

I truly meant to post regularly about WA state homeschooling law but then life got crazy and I barely managed to post anything. If I have limited posting time, it's going to be on something simple to post. My personal opinion on something is ALWAYS simple to post so that will win hands down every time. Of course if you get into a fight with Mother Earth, that gives you something to post about too.

So all of that to say, I am going to get back on task. Every Tuesday will be "Technical Tuesday" so I will post on stuff about homeschooling, starting with finishing up the Homeschooling Law in Washington State stuff I began way back on May 6th.

Distracted - again.

Distracted...did I tell you about how I forgot all about my 3yo on co-op day? The day starts out with everyone in the main room for announcements, a song and basically time for all of the late mommies to show up...which I am often very thankful for. For the record, I was on time in May. I did have some class fees to pay...I thought I paid them but I really didn't. Sigh. So Edmund, being a 3 yo, keeps asking, "Can I sit with L? Can I Mom? Can I play with L? And on and on until I realize that the easy solution is to ask L's mom if he can join them. Now I can focus and take care of some stuff. Anyhow, after this "beginning time", we go to our first classes. Some child didn't know where to go so I help her, then I see someone who I had to give something too and then someone asks me a Homeschool Law question and so we wander out to the Fire Engine that was there for Science class. It's all good because I have first period free so I can answer questions, listen to the fire fighters and continue to sip on the latte my best buddy brought me. My dh turns up because he is a fire fighter and in case the guys on duty get a call, there will still be some fire fighters I guess. The bell rings and we move on to second period. Normally I have that period free too but another mom had to be gone so I'm subbing in the nursery. Not too bad of a job because you sit around holding babies and talking with the other mommies in there. We're all having a good time until the light bulb goes off and I realize that my 3yo would normally be in this room with me. I don't know what my problem was...well, other than how easily distracted I can be. Edmund gets bored in that room so he never goes there unless I'm there. He always tags along with me and "helps" me teach class when necessary. And now I'm here and he is not. Panic ensues (in my head) although I act like it's no big deal. I cruise on downstairs to find L's mom in hopes that she still has him. Someone stops me in the hall to discuss something important (I'm sure) and I have to inform them I'm a terrible mom and have no idea where my son is and therefore can not take the time to talk just then. Okay, this is getting long winded and even I am getting bored so the short end of the story is that Edmund was in fact with L's mom. The funny thing is, about the time I show up a little light bulb goes off in L's mom's head. Apparently she was beginning to worry about the fact she just brought my kid along with her's without consulting me. YEH! HEY! I can't believe she would DO such a thing! Oh wait, I'm thankful she did that. I hope she does it again when I'm brainless. It's moms like her who save moms like me. Thanks L's mom!

Are you busy?

So Mrs. March calls and asks, "Are you busy?" What kind of questions is that? I'm always busy! I was busy reading someone else's blog. Then I proceed to confess that my children are watching a preschool video...all of them. Mrs. March makes me feel better by telling me how important it is to make sure skills are reinforced so it's okay. Hey, I think she is right. Think about the things we learn as a preschooler that we use for the rest of our lives. Okay, maybe I don't have to win the "Mother of the Year" award again today...even though 14yo is probably a bit extreme on the scale for watching preschool videos. We can just blame it on the youngest since he really likes someone to watch with him. Apparently the more the merrier. After all, mom was distracted again.

Run for the shower!

Have you ever done such a thing? Sitting at the computer, the one you've been at for the last hour and a half, and your child yells, "Dad's home!" Quickly you shut the laptop and make a mad dash for the shower. How can time pass so quickly? Thankfully you washed you hair yesterday and you're not in the mood to shave your legs so this shower takes about 5 minutes. As you jump out of the shower and into your room, because you didn't bother to bring clothes into the bathroom, you realize the 3 piles of laundry on your bed will inhibit the making of the bed with those freshly laundered sheets. How does this happen? Why did I forget today was pay day and so I need to be paying bills and making menus and plans to go to Costco and the grocery store? Not to mention that the in-laws showed up a day early yesterday so they are here on my property. What would they think if they had happened to come knocking? Well, thankfully Peter is doing Math. Lucy was supposed to be doing Math but is the child who yelled and caused me to run for the shower. She is now outside with Dad who is in the process of finishing up the chicken coop. I suppose that means she is actively participating in Occupational Education at this moment. I did shoo Susan off of the other computer ("just checking her email") and now she is foraging in the refrigerator. That seems to be the usual place to find the children once the words "get some school work done" have been uttered. Dear Edmund is watching a library video. I wish I could say it was an educational video but alas it is not. Now where was I going with this...oh yeh, do you ever get distracted?

(I will say, it was only 10:30am so don't think I was sitting around in my jammies at the computer all day.)