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??
Not. A. Clue.
Is this a function of my age? My state of mind these days? Do you ever have days like this??
All the freakin’ time.
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:
Oh my. The dog. Not the god. *sigh* See what I mean???
Oh, yes. It scares me sometimes!
Your not alone in this. 😀
All day, every day, for years now . . .
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:
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 …
I could never work from home..for those reasons exactly
All. The. Time.
All my days are like that! I accomplished much more each day when I worked full time. Go figure!
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.
That only happens to me every day. Sometimes more than once a day. Sometimes every hour.
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:
Everyday. All the Time.
My sister-in-law said she suffers from CRCS. I do too!
(Can’t Remember Crap Syndrome)
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:
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
welcome to my world. Glad you could come.
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:
They’re all days like this.