I used to be organized. agonizingly so. My husband doesn’t believe me when I try to press this fact onto him. My family is amazed at the difference in my today from when I was growing up. But I gotta tell you, when I graduated high school, got married and had 2 kids, my story was rewritten with a few eyebrow-raising, mystifying twists and turns. My glory days of being “little miss sassy pants-i can do it all-a place for everything and everything in its place” had sadly come to an end. Now my life (aka house, car, memory, time, etc.) are all at odds with each other. I have no set schedule with organized, sensible activities other than eating and drinking (don’t let me confuse you, I’m not organized here either, but they do get done… eventually), I am not productive with my time, my house and car are not exactly kodak candidates, and I seem to have forgotten everything I’ve ever known.
Now, when my family tries to tell my husband this, he vigorously shakes his head, while murmuring no over and over. He cannot comprehend of such an existence for me. It simply cannot be, to his way of thinking. But I swear it’s true, every word of it. I used to be the poster child for neatness, cleanliness and organization. That is one thing I have not forgotten. The good ole days. I sorely miss them, I do. Anybody know where they’ve gone? I cannot find them. Oh, and if you see my cat, please send him home. I think my memory problem is catching. He seems to forget where he lives for days on end. OoO
