wine on the keyboard

Train of Thought

by Kay~Kacey on 9/9/2008

So I was working…I work from home.

I hole punched some papers and they got hung in the punch. So I went to empty the circles out of the punch. You know? So I noticed I had a lot of paper that I really should have recycled in my waste basket in my office. So I pulled a lot of them out to help my Karma Points ™.

So…then I go to the garage to throw the papers in the recycling. In the garage I notice some bottled water that I asked SuperGuy to pick up. I put some in the fridge. Then I notice MORE DISHES ON THE COUNTER. (can NO ONE in the household manage to put their dishes in the dishwasher?) I load up the dishwasher and search for the Cascade to start the dishwasher.

Oh, only a little bit left. Find a pad of paper and start a new Walmart list.

Then I head back to my office…WHAT WAS I WORKING ON??

new imac

Not. A. Clue.

Is this a function of my age? My state of mind these days? Do you ever have days like this??

Flea September 9, 2008 at 6:54 am

All the freakin’ time.

Mental P Mama September 9, 2008 at 7:12 am

Welcome to a day in my own little life. Only my activities are broken up by letting the god in or out a few hundred thousand times. :wallbash:

Mental P Mama September 9, 2008 at 7:13 am

Oh my. The dog. Not the god. *sigh* See what I mean???

Gayle September 9, 2008 at 7:32 am

Oh, yes. It scares me sometimes!

Treasia/TruckersWife September 9, 2008 at 7:43 am

Your not alone in this. 😀

LauraP September 9, 2008 at 7:52 am

All day, every day, for years now . . .

Kacey September 9, 2008 at 7:58 am

well, I guess it makes me feel better that I’m not alone in this. But WHEN did this happen to me? The wandering train of thought? I don’t think I was like this when I was younger. I know it’s worse these days. So annoying. :wallbash:

SUPERGUY September 9, 2008 at 8:56 am

It is just that as one matures, the things that must be remembered are fewer and so important that the dailies just don’t stick. I’d list off some of the important things but they just don’t come to mind right now. Guess I’ll go start another project …

mp September 9, 2008 at 10:38 am

I could never work from home..for those reasons exactly

Dru September 9, 2008 at 10:52 am

All. The. Time.

Deb September 9, 2008 at 12:00 pm

All my days are like that! I accomplished much more each day when I worked full time. Go figure!

Debra September 9, 2008 at 1:19 pm

Yes, I completely understand…hmmmm. What was your question? Oh, yes…memory loss. I have walked into a room only to forget why I was in there. I feel your pain.

Tori Lennox September 9, 2008 at 2:19 pm

That only happens to me every day. Sometimes more than once a day. Sometimes every hour.

Mental P Mama September 9, 2008 at 3:05 pm

Update: I had an 11 o’clock meeting this morning I completely forgot about. I was humming a tune putting my groceries away at 10:55 when I listened to the messages on the machine. One of which was a reminder of the meeting taking place at the local hospital. In 5 minutes. I was still in my gym clothes. It was special. :cursing:

Starwoodgal September 9, 2008 at 3:10 pm

Everyday. All the Time.

My sister-in-law said she suffers from CRCS. I do too!
(Can’t Remember Crap Syndrome)

Melissa Marsh September 9, 2008 at 4:04 pm

I sure have noticed it a lot more lately. I attribute it to the two male teenagers in my house (which I KNOW you can relate to, Kacey!) :rofl:

mary September 9, 2008 at 8:00 pm

All. The. Wait, what was I saying? And Starwood, I suffer from something similar, called CRS — Can’t Remember Shit.

I hear Gingko Biloba works, or maybe it is Gentian. shit, I can’t remember…
xoxo,
Mary

vodkamom September 9, 2008 at 8:04 pm

welcome to my world. Glad you could come.

MAYBELLINE September 9, 2008 at 11:48 pm

Everytime I go out to the garage I cannot remember why I went out there. Usually I need to replace the papertowels. I’ve trained myself to just go the shelf with the papertowels.
Even if I didn’t need them, I have a backup supply in the house. :wallbash:

Amy A September 10, 2008 at 7:28 pm

They’re all days like this.

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