I’ve lost my mind. I can’t remember anything these days. It may have something to do with the fact that my life has turned into multi-tasking mayham. Before the holidays, mothers who are already busier than busy bees have to become like bees who have drunk too many cups of coffee – the shopping, the card writing, cookie baking, and the decorating is enough to drive a mother into the looney bin. And the scary thing is that the looney bin sounds really good right now – it’s quiet with padded walls and someone to bring me dinner and nice little pills to take every night before I go to sleep. I can go sit in a group therapy session where everyone will listen to my problems instead of saying, "Yeah, yeah, enough about you … when will dinner be ready?"
Lately, I’ve tried to alleviate the situation by making a list of everything I need to accomplish before December 25.
Then I forgot where I put the list.
So, I made another list again and tacked it on the refrigerator where it stayed safe for days until I started stress eating because I had so much to do on the list and I accidentally ate the list during one of my feeding frenzies. I thought it was rice paper – I swear.
I knew I had to remedy the situation so I created a list of things I’d already done. The list said just one thing: make a list. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember anything I’d done in the last hour, let alone the last few weeks.
I’d keep writing tonight, but now I can’t remember what I was talking about. I can’t wait for January 2.