The one that stands out the most, is the fact that I've gotten to that age where I forget everything. I literally forgot my own age. Seriously. I had to count back from the year I was born. That's sad, I know.
I couldn't remember if I was 37 going on 38, or if I was going to be turning 37 on my next birthday.
I'm not sure if it's a combination of motherhood and age, or just my age.
It seems like the instant I hit 35, my memory ran away. It not only ran away, it hasn't returned since.
I'm always forgetting what day of the week it is. I use my calendar on my iPod more than I do anything else.
I left my house once and forgot my shoes. That's even more sad than forgetting my age. What makes it even worse, I didn't even notice for ten minutes. I had to walk all way back with my head hung in shame to retrieve them.
I guess you can blame that on growing up in the South. Growing up, we only wore shoes when we went to school or out somewhere.
To top off this beautiful platter of memory loss, my boyfriend has the worst memory around. He is no help whatsoever. He expects me to remember stuff for him!
It's almost like he's forgotten that I forget EVERYTHING.
I'm constantly checking burners to make sure I turned them off only minutes before. I can never remember. Ever.
I'm worried one day I'll forget my own name. If I do, someone please remind me that it's Chasity.