Wednesday, January 7, 2009

If Truth be Told

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.


marie said...

write my phone number on your wrist. If anyone questions your intelligence, point to the number and say-call this. I'll set 'em straight.

Keep laughing and smiling about it, my friend, it makes for some good times. HUgs!

Leslie said...

I'm glad I'm not alone. I think there is a name for this but I can't remember.

Brenda said...

I was going to leave a comment, but I forgot what the blog posting was about. Sorry!

Abbie said...

LOL...oh that was sooo funny. Kristine, I can totally relate.

Brenda said...

Kristine, I thought of you today when I said to Thomas, "Go get your self brushed." To which he replied, "WHAT?" I clarified, "Go brush your, you know, your, your, (now I'm acting out the brushing of teeth)..." At this point, Thomas simply said, "okay" and trotted up stairs to get the job done.

I call it my brain cloud. :-)

Kristine said...

How funny, Brenda. Poor Thomas ... he's having to adapt at such a young age.

Hannah said...

AAAAAAHhhHHHH!!! I WAS LITERALLY LAUGHING OUT LOUD!!!!AAAAAHH!! that was awesome!! whew. I LOVE YOU!!!! mia's picturesque "cookies?" look!!! oh double laugh!! Oh man, you'll soon be burying me and you'll have to write on my tomb stone, "died laughing!" Love you, Mrs. T.