Scatterbrainedness
- I haven’t been able to remember a 4-digit PIN number for my debit card for longer than 5 seconds. For the past 6 years.
- I never remember where I parked.
- I regularly miss my exit. Regular like, every time I get on the freeway.
- I will absentmindedly pick up and replace a fallen object from the car dash sixteen times before finally becoming aware that it’s just not staying.
- I can stand, hovering with a group of people over a pile of abandoned keys and cell phones, talking about who they might belong to, and then, when it’s time to leave, search through my bag for a few minutes before it finally hits me that one of those phones was mine!
Is there some kind of drug for this? Maybe a support group? A club? Anybody else wanna join the I’m Lucky If I Remember My Last Name Club?
Filed in: just life | May 26, 2009
stephanie
Add me to the club. I was at the store the other day and COULD NOT remember my debit card pin # for the life of me. The pin # I’ve had for 4 years. I just stared stupidly at the cashier until she took pity on me and ran it again as a credit card so I could just sign my name. Luckily, I remembered that.
One of my greatest fears: forgetting the baby somewhere. It happened to a friend of my mom’s once. I guess that’s one benefit of babywearing, eh? It’s pretty hard to forget something that’s tied on to your chest.
Simply Mother
Yes, but I still freak out all the time when I’m driving. I frantically ask Sarah, “Is the baby in here?” And then, “Is she buckled in?” I don’t know where I think I would have left her–she goes right from the sling to the carseat. But all the same…!
Julie
I love that you spelled “lucky” wrong in the “I’m Luck If I Remember My Last Name Club” part! True scatterbraindedness!
Simply Mother
Oh my! Fixing now! I . . . uh . . . yeah. I guess my excuse is the point of the post, right?
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