Proof I’m losing my mind…
1) I started the microwave to re-heat my dinner last night. When it beeped to tell me it was ready, I went to the microwave, opened the door, only to find the oven empty. I glanced down to find my still-cold food sitting on the counter.
2) President’s day is going to be the end of me. Not only did we drop off the twins at childcare, not knowing they were closed last week, I seem to be the only person on my block who didn’t get the memo that our garbage service would still be picking up the trash on Monday – even though they have never picked up the garbage on any other holiday. Thank goodness I have a year to prepare for next President’s day.
3) I have not been able to get the song, Horse With No Name, out of my head. MAKE IT STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAKE IT STOP!
4) If my head wasn’t attached, it would be somewhere I wouldn’t think to look – like behind the dryer or on the top shelf of the fridge. For example, I currently have no pens in my office at work. I used to have dozens of them. I even bought myself a set of distinctive-looking pens so I wouldn’t lose them. Yeah, that worked real well. Yesterday, I had to ask someone on the phone to wait a second while I grabbed a pen. Then I ran to the office down the hall, grabbed a pen off of my co-worker’s desk, and ran back. I’m hopeful the caller didn’t think I was coming on to her – what with all the heavy breathing and all.
5) Andrea and I make “kissing noises” as we walk into a room the other is in. It’s a way of greeting each other in a loving way – even if we’re just walking through. Of course, we’ve now started to do this with the babies. Kissing noises happen all around. We’ve been doing this for years and I have never given a kissing noise to anyone else – until this week. Earlier, Grandmother was the recipient (which isn’t so bad). Yesterday, someone who I supervise came into the room, we talked briefly and as she left I gave a kissing noise. (She was already out the door and I’m 99% sure she didn’t hear me – because she has a great sense of humor and would have called me on it in a second – but it was still pretty embarrassing).
So, if this keeps up I might need professional help. A professional massage, for example, would be ideal. Wish me luck.
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