Archive for September 14th, 2009

My husband gets very irritated with me when I don’t recall a conversation we’ve had.  Usually this conversation has something to do with his schedule.  For some reason I can’t keep it straight in my head.  In his head, though, it’s all very straight and he can keep track of it without even having to look at a calendar.  Me, not so much. 

My solution:  write that shit down. 

Seriously, y’all.  I have enough trouble keeping track of myself, not to mention Spawn’s schedule, plus keep the household running, and groceries bought, and my parents’ schedules, and on and on — his schedule is irregular at best.  He can keep track of it, but I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it. 

I can’t tell you how many conversations we’ve had that have turned ugly because I can’t seem to remember when he’s going to be late or not home at night.  And he swears he’s told me these things but honestly I can’t remember them half the time. 

First of all, the worst time to tell me anything is when I’m trying to help Spawn with homework.  Also, when I am similarly engaged in something else that takes all of my concentration.  Even something as mundane as putting the groceries away.  During the course of such a conversation, there is a good chance that at the same time I will put the milk in the pantry and the cereal in the refrigerator. 

I do wonder sometimes about my mental acuity. 



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