Forgetful Moments or...CRS

RJ and I received an email this morning from his sister.  It contained this video.

We cracked up because this song is so close to home for the two of us.  I can't tell you how often we are looking for something or don't remember we should be somewhere.  In RJ's case his wallet, keys and glasses are on the top of his list. 

"Did you see my glasses?" he'll ask.

"No", I reply, "I don't wear them." 

"Well, you must have moved them.  They were laying right here." as he points to the coffee table. 

"Why am I responsible for your stuff?  I have enough to remember on my own without having to keep track of your life."

A stressful five minutes passes as we look for his glasses, complaining back and forth and playing the blame game. 

"They're hanging around your neck!" I cry out, after exhausting every possible place they could be.  RJ looks down and sure enough, there they are hanging from his neck on that stringy clip thing he bought so he would have them with him at all times. 

He puts them on, quite content now that he has found his eyes and moves on without saying a word.  I, on the other hand, have to put my two cents in.

"Yep, I took your glasses.  I hid them from you so you wouldn't find them.  Yep, that's what I did." 

I guess I am expecting some sort of apology or affirmation that he was the one who couldn't remember where he put his glasses!  After I complain that I was not the glass stealing culprit, his response goes something like this.  "Well, you are always moving stuff and putting things away so no one can find anything!"  It's the same scenario every time.  To add insult to injury, I have to then try and remember what I was doing before I was pulled away to look for his glasses!

It has been particularly challenging for the two of us now that we are on this "everything has its place" kick.  Yesterday, I found his screw driver in the laundry hamper. 

 "What the hell is this doing in with the laundry?" I asked him. 

 "I didn't put it there", he replied. 

"Of course you didn't!" I tell him.  "It just got up and jumped into the hamper by itself or may be it sprouted wings and crash landed in with the dirty clothes!  Put it where it belongs!"

For some reason everyone believes that it is the mama of the house that should know where everything is.  Now that I have been organinzing everything in clear plastic containers with labels on the front, I love it when someone asks me for something. 

"Where's the dog shampoo?" my son asks.  "In the clear plastic container marked DOG GROOMING SUPPLIES on the pet shelf", I sarcastically respond. 

"Stupid", he mutters under his breath.

"Huh, what?  I didn't hear you!" I laugh. 

It is daunting trying to remember not only your stuff, but everyone else's stuff.  As much as I write things down in my planner, I sometimes forget to look at that damn thing even as it stares at me from my desk.  I continue to have my own episodes of CSR which on occasion has resulted in near disaster.    

"Mom, the city is here to turn off the water", my daughter said the morning of my father's funeral.

"What! Why would they do that?" as I run down the stairs trying to put clothes on my half dressed body. 

"The water guy said you didn't pay the bill", she responds.  

"What bill?  Tell him he can't do this!"

I finally got outside and begged the orange vested city official to reconsider.  "We are having a reception here today after my father's funeral, I can't have no running water!" I tell him.  He hands me a paper and tells me to call so and so at the utility desk.  "She'll take a payment over the phone", he says.  "I'll wait while you get a confirmation number that the bill has been paid."

Thankfully, we had running water that day.  And, thankfully RJ's CSR has made it possible that he only remembered that incident for five minutes before it faded into the abyss of his brain.  It makes my life so much better that he can't throw it up in my face while we search for the umpteenth time for the glasses hanging around his neck!

Comments

[Linda]

This was way too funny and so close to home as this is how our household functions on a daily basis. In our case however in addtion to the Glasses, Wallet & Keys we must add the search for my husbands teeth. No don't faint, he dentures don't fit right so he is constantly taking them out and setting them "whereever" he happens to be. The worst was one night several years ago when we had arrived home from a party and he discovered his upper dentures were missing. off we go driving up and down main street (Him driving, me hanging out the window) to see if they had fallen off the tailgate of the truck as that was the last place he rememebered seeing them. In the end they had fallen off the dining room table when it was pushed back to the wall onto the chair that sits behind the table.
The other day he came walking into the house talking on "His" cell phone asking where "His" cell phone was as he needed a number out of the contact list. My response was OMG it's in your hand next to your ear! His response, I thought you hadnded me "Your" cell phone not mine. I guess this is the "For Better or Worse" part of 31 years of marriage - Gotta Love Um
Yes, I too wait for an apology or some type of recognition that "He" had forgotten where he put things but it never seems to quite materialize.

[BoomerChick]

That is way too funny about the dentures...who puts dentures on a tailgate...LOL! I guess I know now. This CRS only advances as we get older. I think in a lot of ways, life didn't slow down for us like it did for previous generations. We are like EverReady bunnies and it can be tough on the old brain cells!

Thanks for stopping by Linda...loved your comment!

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