My glasses -I found those in a dusty dress shoe in the closet- that I lost a couple of weeks ago.
My IPod. I had to pretend I just wanted to run without it 2 days ago because I didn't want to admit I didn't remember where I put it. It was on the wine rack.
The car keys. It's pretty much a mad search for them every morning. Yes, we do have a key rack on the wall right when you walk in from the garage. I tend to drop them on the counter along with the 10 other bags I have in my hands, or they go in my coat pocket, or in the abyss that is my purse.
Chap stick. Where is all my chap stick. Somewhere, there is a chap stick hoarder who is in hog heaven from all of the dang balm I've lost.
My shoes. Since I usually have to rush someone to the bathroom as soon as we walk in the door, and then I never really sit until after 830...my shoes end up in the oddest of places. I had to change my entire outfit last minute yesterday morning because I couldn't find my brown boots.
My wallet. Since Sweet Jordan periodically empties out my purse, you never know if all of the contents have made their way back in. How many times have I gone to the grocery store without it? Super awesome that I don't find out till the checkout. Good thing it's only 5 minutes from home.
My school keys. This sounds so horrible, I know. It's my job...get it together at your job! But, those things are going to be the death of me. Today, I asked my awesome friend and our secretary if she'd seen them and the other 3 people in the office said, "Again?" That's a bad sign. They were in my
Anything I ever put in the zipper pocket of my purse. Come to find out there was a whole in bottom of the pocket, sucking everything down into the lining. A true abyss. I wasn't going crazy! Found 7 chap sticks and about $15 in change. No wonder that thing was getting so heavy.
My planner. I thought, hey, keep a planner. Try to pull yourself together. Write stuff down, get organized and get a grip. I lost it. I lost the stinking planner.
|I'm going Loca!|
One of the reasons why I run is to clear my mind. It helps me to feel more cool, collected and I swear I can think better if I've been running on a regular basis.
What the heck would happen if I ever stopped running. I shudder at the thought of it.
Can I still use the excuse of "baby brain" when my kids are almost 3 and 5?