In my experience when you become a mother, especially after you have become a mother three times over, you forget things.
And by things, I mean everything.
I forget to eat breakfast.
Sometimes I forget all three.
Last week I had to jump out of the truck and go back to the house for my forgotten jacket. It was 3° … Fahrenheit.
I have found that it is annoying to forget kids shoes when you go to the grocery store but a serious inconvenience to forget your own.
I discovered that not only is it both annoying and a serious inconvenience, it is also embarrassing and possibly unsafe, to forget your kids snow gear when you travel north for the holidays.
I forget meals and dishes, laundry in the washing machine and to take my contacts out. I forget to call people, cut the low hanging branch over the sidewalk, find a dustpan for the garage, clean out the truck and which kids is named what. I forget to paint my toes, where I left my shoes, what I did with my tea and to sign Ivy’s schoolwork.
To date I haven’t yet forgotten that I have children but at the rate I’m going I figure it’s only a matter of time. Preparing for the worst I have come up with a test in case I ever become confused on the subject.
It’s very simple, if you are a mother and can’t remember if you have kids or where they might be, take a nap.
Guaranteed reminder of your current motherhood status.
And yes, Clara was just about a sick and she looks, I was just as tired as I appear and Jane was being just as mischievous as her smile makes her out to be!