For me, I have one good way of remembering things. I make lists in my head. These lists can be short, medium or long… usually depending upon the time frame I have to complete the list.
Yesterday, I had a kind-of short list, but a list of things that I had to gather up very quickly. My car was idling in my driveway. Audrey was in my car with her 4 boys. William was telling her all about what happened at pre-school. Alex was hungry. Benjamin was crying for milk. Henry had been in his car seat for too long. Audrey had to get home quickly… but there were a few things at my house that she needed. And I was headed to an appointment with my mom after I dropped off Audrey and the boys. (And by the way, we had made a quick run to Target before all this happened)
This was my mental list:
Audrey’s laptop, Audrey’s cord, Audrey’s diaper bag, 2 sippy cups of milk, a bottle for Henry, a bottle of water for Audrey, a couple of rolls of paper towels that Audrey forgot to buy at Target and 3 granola bars.
My list also included changing from running shorts with the built-in panties into pants that would not embarrass my mom at her doctor’s appointment. (Yes, even as a grandma, I still can embarrass my own mom.)
I bolted into my house, hit the lavette quickly, took off my shorts with the built-in panties, hung them on the doorknob… and set about completing my list. One by one, like a bolt of lightning, I gathered everything.
Within seconds, I was standing with my hand on the kitchen door… making a quick last-second assessment of my list. I turned the knob, but just had that funny feeling that I had forgotten something.
Well, I had. My pants. I was standing there with bags of stuff. Naked from the waist down. I started laughing so hard that I had to put everything down. And I laughed all the way upstairs to get my presentable pants.
Once in the car, Audrey asked, “Did you get everything?”
And I burst into laughter again. I told her the story… and we both laughed. I should tell you here that I live on a main street. With close neighbors. People. Lots of people who would not know that “putting on pants” was the one thing that I forgot to put on my list.