Forgotten

Today was Thursday.

Today was payday.

I got my pay cheque this morning.

As I always do on payday, I walked to the bank on my lunch break.

I got in line and waited.

I checked my e-mail, facebook and twitter on my iPhone as I waited.

When it was almost my turn, I put the phone away and started to prepare for the teller.

I got my bank card out of my wallet.

I reached back into my purse for the envelope containing my pay cheque.

Nothing.

I looked in my wallet, thinking I had taken it out of the envelope and put it away.

Nothing.

I stuck my hands in my pockets, checking frantically for the missing piece of paper that was needed to pay our mortgage and truck payments.

Still nothing.

Then it hit me.

Damn it.

The pay cheque was still in the envelope, sitting in my locker where I put it when I received it.

I had picked up my purse and my iPhone but not the envelope.

I walked away cursing silently to myself as the teller looked at my and said, "Next Please."

I probably looked as stupid as I felt.

Back to work I rushed.

I wasted my 30 minute lunch break, waiting in line to do nothing.

Well, I guess it wasn't completely wasted.

I did get a little bit of fresh air and exercise.

But that doesn't make me feel any less stupid!

So, after work, I went back to the bank.

This time, I made sure I had my pay cheque in my purse before leaving work.

I swear, I would forget my head if it wasn't attached.

Organizational Skills? Who Me?

You know when you have a job interview how they always ask what your greatest strengths are?  Well, I always say my organizational skills, which is true.  I can organize anything at work.  A week in the office while my supervisor is on holidays and I have reorganized half the files and the desk drawers.  

Then I come home.  But apparently the organizational skills don't ever come home with me.  I can't seem to organize my way out of a box at home.  And it is a very small box!  My craft supplies are a jumbled mess.  My kitchen cupboards are a disaster.  And we won't even talk about my closet.  I just don't understand it.  Why can I do it at work?  Every one of my co-workers knows that I have great organizational skills.  My husband on the other hand doesn't believe that I have any.  And I don't blame him.

Right now, my issue is the charity event that I am involved in.  I am the Volunteer and Bake Sale coordinator for New Moon Rabbit Rescue and we are in the final stage of planning for the 2010 Bunny Hop For Hope.  The event is this weekend.  And this is what my notes look like:

Yes, a scribble of names here and there on a couple of yellow post-its.  Now, I think that post-it notes are  one of the greatest inventions on the face of the planet and I really hope that the person who invented them has made a few million dollars, because they deserve it!  I could not function with out post-its.

However, with only fours days of prep time left for this event, I should be well beyond preliminary post-it notes.  I should be into well organized lists of volunteers with job assignments and bakers with what they are baking and when they are delivering their baked goods.  

But the reality is that my notes are woefully inadequate.  Again, this wouldn't be such a bad thing is I had a memory.  But I think my memory is in even worse shape than my notes.  I would take a photo to show you the status of my memory, but you can't take a photo of nothing.  

I have four days to get myself organized before I have to be at this event, telling the volunteers what I need them to do.  I have my fingers crossed that I get organized before my head explodes.  

I Forgot To Buy Diapers . . .

Are there any moms out there who remember what it's like to have a memory?  Because I sure don't.  Before I became a mother, I heard people talk about "Mommy Brain" and honestly thought that it was a joke!  Wow, I couldn't have been more wrong!  I can get up from the computer, walk to the kitchen (which is literally about 10 steps) and have already forgotten why I got up.

But last night takes the cake - I forgot to buy diapers!  Seriously, how does the mother of an 18 month old forget to buy diapers?  And it's not like we are just moderately low.  We were almost out two days ago, so I brought home some of the stash Liam has at daycare to get us through until grocery day.

Somehow, in my infinite wisdom I neglected to put diapers on the grocery list, so I didn't even think of it until last night at bedtime as I reach for a diaper off the shelf.  It's a good thing Liam's not at the "repeat everything he hears" stage because if he was, "shit" would be the word of the day!

So, this morning, I began scrounging to see how many diapers I had in the house . . . 2 on the shelf in the bedroom, 3 in the basket in the living room, 4 in the diaper bag and 1 emergency diaper in the truck . . . phew, unless the boy develops explosive diarrhea we should be OK until tomorrow when we have to go into town anyway . . . but that's not the point . . . 

Or maybe it is . . . I can't remember . . .