what did i come in here for?

You know it is getting bad when your kids can actually come up with the answer to that question before you do. It seems that I am constantly entering a room, only to stand there because I can't remember what I went in there to do! "What did I come in here for again?"

Not sure where my mind has gone, but I have had some pretty good evidence that it is going.

...like the day I went into the library. I picked out a movie for our Friday "pizza and a movie" tradition. I went to the counter and started to root around in my wallet. I went from the very front pocket to the back pocket and looked in all of the slots in between. Now what was I supposed to be looking for, again? Oh yeah...my library card. Back to the front again to start the process over. Would you believe that it took me THREE times of looking in every pocket to actually remember what I was supposed to be getting out. By the time I actually figured it out, I was giggling to hide my embarrassment. Thankfully the kind librarian assured me that she forgets things sometimes, too. She proceeded to get my videos checked out, and I told her that if I came in in a few minutes looking confused, to remind me that I was supposed to be getting in the car!

...or the time that hubby and I were in the middle of a conversation about something (important, I'm sure!), and he got a really funny look on his face. Apparently I had just missed most of the conversation, and made a comment similar to the very thing he had just said.

...just this morning at church, I asked my daughter to go find her coat so we could leave. She and my other daughter looked at me and said, "Mom...you have it in your hands."

It is a good thing I have a friend with a great memory. She supplies me with all kinds of information that I should remember. Dates and times that my kids need to be places, the kind of protein bar that I ate for a solid year, but could not for the life of me remember, things I did in high school (although she never knew me then.....ok, that is a little freaky!) She remembers things that I don't even know I've forgotten....a good friend indeed! If I remember, I'll tell her thank you the next time I see her.

So, to conclude....if you see me wandering around a room with a really bewildered look on my face.....help a sister out, and remind me what I went in there for!