When I get really tired, I not only lose my judgment, but also my memory. For example, pizza is not something you would normally consider to be a healthy meal choice to serve, but rather a treat to be had on occasion. Right?
On Sunday night I made pizza for the family because I had everything I needed to make a pizza and right now that’s pretty much the only qualification necessary in order for dinner to get made and served to the five other people who like to eat at regularly scheduled intervals.
On Monday, I worked in Jerram’s office in the morning and packed all afternoon, followed by 90 minutes at the pool. When dinner time rolled around, I was tired and decided to order some pizza for a quick and easy dinner. Ten minutes after placing the order I remembered that I’d made pizza the night before.
So we had pizza two nights in a row. And then we had leftovers for lunch today, which wasn’t necessarily a memory lapse, but definitely another judgment one.
Example number two: Craig and I have finally decided to jump on the culture train and are watching LOST. We’re in the middle of season one and generally watch about two episodes each night. Last night, Craig needed to go somewhere in the evening, so I thought it would be the perfect time to defrost the freezer in the basement. I emptied it out, put a pan in the bottom, lined it with a towel, and unplugged it. (Please, no comments on my defrosting methods). My plan was to check it every 30 minutes, empty the pan, replace the towel, etc.
Right after I unplugged the goofy thing, Craig came back from where he was going; he hadn’t needed to go after all. He said, “I’m home! Let’s watch LOST!” Guess who forgot all about her freezer defrosting project? Guess who stored 5 columns of cardboard boxes filled with books and other assorted school supplies directly in the drainage path from the freezer to the sump pump drain? Guess who spent 30 minutes today unpacking some boxes and air drying some books?
I think I may have packed my brain in one of these boxes, maybe in one of the ones that got soaked by the freezer last night. I’d sure like to find it again before next Tuesday.
Half-Pint House 
i think all those memory lapses must go along with moving:( i still haven’t gotten over all of mine yet. ugh! i don’t envy you at all. m
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Second that on moving…
Also, welcome to the world of LOST. I’m a fan, I admit it – I watch it even though we don’t own a TV. My husband, though, refuses to join me and calls it “Losers.” Whatever – methinks he doth protest too much.
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Well who could blame you? Lost is the most addictive show on television.
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Yes, even out here in the desert, we have Lost. We LOVE it and wish we could figure out how to get season three or four or whatever we’re on. We’d come home from language school and pop in a couple of episodes just to unwind.
Now we just have Layla. We put her in front of where the TV is and just watch her (=
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Ooo – we’re late adopters on the LOST bandwagon too! I have season 3 in my Netflix queue but it keeps getting bumped down by other things.
(PS – I defrost exactly the same way, so no comments from me on that. I’ve even used a hairdryer when I’m feeling impatient.)
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I so totally *heart* LOST.
🙂
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Girl I hear you! I’m losing my mind and I’m not even in the midst of a move. I’m sorry about the wet books. I know that must have been frustrating. Hang in there friend. You will be settled and crafting again very soon.
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bless your heart…it’s called, “exhausted”!
(ashley’s mom)
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