I almost cried this morning before I walked into work, all because I forgot my security badge.

I remembered so very many things this morning, but not my badge, which I would need to get into my office building.  Now I would have to walk all the way around to the front door, carrying the flower I remembered to stop and buy for a friend who needed cheering up and the lunch that I remembered to pack for myself this morning because our team was scheduled for a lunch mtg with the company partners.

Oh, and there was the cat poop scooper and cat toys I remembered to stop at the store and buy this morning for Zoolander’s Animal Shelter social studies project and there were the lunches and snacks and water I remembered to pack for my twice exceptional girls.  (Although, Lily forgot and left the snacks & water in the car.)

There were the spelling words I remembered to tell Zoolander to bring to the car this morning, so I could quiz her on the way to drop her sister off and the package I remembered to stop and pick up at the post office after we dropped her sister off.  There was the math app, PopMath, I remembered to download so Zoolander can practice her math facts on my phone.  Then, there was the text that I remembered to write for the High School Helper I just hired, telling her the plan for the afternoon. And there was the email I sent to the ADHD coach, giving her a heads up about what Lily might need to discuss with her at their appointment after school… gas for my car, trash out to the curb, pick up CSA veggies….

But wait, there’s much, much more… but I won’t go into that.  It’s just a long list of things to remember when you’re functioning as the frontal lobe for 3 people, while your husband is on an island cruise… working.  No, really.  He worked on a cruise ship last week.  I know.  I hate him too.  Oh, wait… no, this the week he was working at Crater Lake Nat’l Park in Oregon.

So, when I sat in the office parking lot this morning, gathering up all the things I remembered and discovering that I forgot my badge, my eyes stung and I remembered that I wish I had someone to remember things for ME.

Posted on September 16, 2010, in Executive Function, Twice Exceptional and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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