"Are these for me?" Kendall asked me this morning, referring to the muffins cooling on top of the stove.
Of course they were for her - no one else was home. Why was she asking? Oh!!!
"I forgot to put the blueberries in them! I'm so sorry!"
"Mom, they ARE blueberry muffins."
Blueberry? Not the chocolate chip that she likes? (Martha White chocolate chip with blueberries added on top as opposed to the Betty Crocker chocolate chip that Daniel likes...Tom is the one who likes blueberry. I'm the muffin queen!)
But how could they be blueberry this morning? Then I saw it, as clear as day...my hand pulling the blueberry mix from the cabinet and mixing it up, working entirely on automatic sans my brain. Someone watching would have believed I knew what I was doing, just as if my brain was actually focusing on my actions and not drifting far away, in a world all its own. My automatic pilot must be out of whack.
"Oh, Kendall...I'm so sorry!"
"That's okay, mom. I'll just eat Cheerios."
A few minutes later I realized I neglected to set the timer on the coffee pot at the church when I left yesterday. I'd need to go in a little early so the coffee was ready when Father arrived.
Once at church, coffee made, I pulled my glasses out of my purse to get to work...except, there were no glasses - just my empty green Mickey Mouse case. I must have left them at my other job yesterday afternoon!
"Father, I'll be right back!" Thank goodness the insurance company is just down the road. But...they weren't on my desk. I busted in to the morning meeting, out of breath..."Have any of you seen my glasses?" No, but one lady loaned me her extra pair...
Where could they be? Then, again, that flash of memory...last night at Kendall's soccer practice, sitting in the van doing my homework, wearing my glasses...the phone ringing...setting my glasses on top of my work bag...Kendall getting in the van...heading off to the mall shopping...hmmm...
Yep. There they were, right in my bag where I put them.
No doubt about it...I've reached overload. Maximum capacity.
The first time I had to admit to myself that there were limits to what I could handle...face the fact that I'm not superwoman... was years ago when Tommy was still in middle school. A parent asked me to give his daughter a ride home after school.
I remembered, but not until the next day...
My concern overrode my embarrassment - she was fine and had found another way home - but I was SO embarrassed.
That's why I have lists all over my kitchen counter - I don't try to rely on my memory. It's not reliable anymore. Some days, I even forget to look at my lists!
The silver lining to the blueberry muffin incident is that I had promised to donate something to the church Oktoberfest Bake sale this weekend...I had intended to make brownies, but of course, forgot all about it, and don't have the right stuff at home to make any. I think muffins will work just fine...
