If truth be told, right now, I'd probably forget it. I can't seem to keep the same thought going long enough. I get up to get something from the kitchen. Three seconds later I'm in the kitchen and can't remember what I needed. I get distracted and fiddle with something else, realize I'm supposed to be on the couch doing the budget, head back to the living room and remember that I needed a pen from the kitchen. Back I go to the kitchen. It may take two or three tries. I sit down and wonder where my cup of water went.
And the things I say. My kids have to be mind-readers. Not long back I was coming into the house through the back entryway. I called to Mia, "Come get your cookies out of the back entryway!" She appears with wide eyes. "What?" A look of hope on her face. I repeat, "Get your cookies out of the ... oh, sorry. I mean your shoes."
And then the time recently when I handed the laundry basket to Collin and said, "Collin, put this laundry in the hole." Being a belligerent teenager at times, he couldn't just let it go. "The hole?" With a smirk on his face. With my stern voice (I'm not always in the mood), "Just do what I MEAN."
Then there are those moments when it all becomes a game. "Collin, where are those flimsy things that are usually in this cupboard? (Blank look on his face.) You know, they're clear. Cardboard? Cut paper? Boards. Cutting. You cut on them. Cutting boards! The clear ones that wiggle like this."
Just imagine if I needed to say something important, really important ... at just the right time ... to someone who doesn't know that I'm actually extremely intelligent. Sigh.