It's official. My organisational skills and memory have gone completely down the pan. I think when I hit 40 they flew out of my brain and left a big vacant spot in my head on which one might hang a sign that reads "Out of Order."
Well that's the polite way of putting it.
Anyway, the tipping point was last Saturday afternoon. I completely forgot about a tennis match that Master Jacob was supposed to be playing in - the first time since he started competing about 6 years ago. Now as it happens, he couldn't have played as that morning he'd sprained his ankle - but the point is I could have let the other folks know - so all together a bit of a bad show from Mrs T.
Anyway, as a result, last week I decided to buy a new diary and be committed to writing everything down and becoming a super efficient mum like so many of my friends. So I duly bought myself a lovely purple Filofax and filled in all the events for this coming week. Excellent. What could go wrong?
Okay, it's only Monday afternoon and I've already cocked up. As we were going to school this morning Master Ben said "I think it's Red and White Day." I was sceptical because on Friday it was a Mufti Day (dressing up day) in aid of the school fair. We've already had two dressing up days back to back earlier in the year - what were the chances of it happening twice? Umm...only 2:1 apparently ... because it was yet another dressing up day. Anyway, I couldn't turn back as Master Sam was starting his A Levels this morning and we'd set off early to make sure that he was there on time. So poor Master Ben had to go without a fancy dress costume. Again. ( But don't worry folks you can be sure the little rotter will make me suffer for my incompetency in due course....Oh yes indeed!)
But back to my memory loss. When I was younger I had a really good memory, so I just can't understand why my boys can never remember anything for themselves or until it's so late that I'm in panic trying to sort things out.
Am I being unfair... but do boys require more organizing then girls? I reckon if I rated my boys for their memory skills I would have to rate Master Sam as -10, (Yes, that is a MINUS sign ) Master Jacob about 0 (Zero) and Master Ben, the most reliable, is about...+4.
For example here's a conversation with Master Sam earlier last week;
Master Sam; Oh by the way, I decided to take A Level General Studies.
Mrs T: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I thought you'd given that up! ( Almost passing out at this shocking revelation.)
Master Sam; I need a revision book.
Mrs T; Oh right. When is the exam? (Note; Master Sam had only informed me only a couple of days previous that he had finished school and was on study leave.)
Master Sam; Monday.
Mrs T; You have an exam on Monday and you're asking me for a revision book now?
Master Sam; Yes. (General looks of impatience.)
Mrs T; Oh alright, alright. What examining board is it?
Master Sam; I don't know.
Mrs T; You don't know?! I can remember what examining boards my papers were from 30 years ago!
Master Sam; Well I don't know......(sigh, sigh, sigh.)
Mrs T; Oh for God's sake..... (Opens bottle of plonk and takes large slurp....)
Anyway folks, I duly went upstairs and started looking on trusty old Amazon. Now, not knowing which examining board study guide to buy and knowing that it would take hours to navigate the school website to discover the information I decided to order an all encompassing General Studies book - you know one which attempts to cover all the subjects by all the boards. Alas, I discovered that all the cheaper ones were not available for dispatch immediately - only the £18.00 one was still available. Naturally, I was not best pleased. However, being a dutiful mother I ordered it, paid extra for first class postage and it arrived on Saturday - thus leaving Master Sam 48 hours to navigate the book.
Yep, a whole 48 hours! How's that for diligence?!
Hmm.... you know, If Master Sam didn't remind me of myself at that age I'd probably have strung him up by his balls.
However, that said, I had an excellent memory in my youth so I would have remembered to get a book considerably earlier .....
.....even if I didn't actually do any studying until the night before......
Anyway the story continues. On Sunday evening, anticipating a mad dash to school to get Sam there for his exam, I laid out all the school clothes and informed Master Jacob that he would NOT be missing the school bus and Master Sam and Master Ben that we would be leaving home PROMPTLY at 8.15 am.
So today at 8.10am....
Master Sam; Have you got a calculator? I'm not sure if I'll need one but just in case.....
Mrs T; What? A calculator? Why didn't you ask me earlier; we're leaving in 5 mins!
Master Sam; Well I wasn't sure......
Now I should point out Readers that Master Sam is 18 - I have probably purchased at least 6, if not more, calculators in the last 8 years for his usage. Where have they gone? Are they lying in some huge redundant calculator pile at school? Did the batteries die and he chuck them in the bin? What about the solar ones? Did they burn up?
Has he eaten them?
WHERE ARE THEY ALL???
And what sort of question does Master Sam think he will get in a General Studies exam that might require a calculator????
Let me think...
1. 50% of people believe in global warming, 45 % do not. Calculate the remaining percentage and explain why these people drive tractors.
2. If a British government is elected on 33% of the electoral vote, can you explain how and why the majority are not represented? You may use a calculator.
3. Your mother is Jewish. Your father is Muslim. You were born in the USA. What percentage chance is there that you will end up psychologically disturbed?
4. 75% of people believe in capital punishment, 20% do not. Explain what happened to remaining 5%.
5. You are a vegetarian. Your partner is a carnivore. How likely is it that your offspring will be a vegan? Explain your methodology.
6. What is the Greatest Happiness of the Greatest Number? Answers should be exact.
And so on.....
Anyway, fortunately I have my own calculator, which is easily located... so we did actually set off in time. And I will be placing my calculator in my desk drawer when it returns.
Should it ever return......
Anyway, despite having an appalling memory, which my children have obviously inherited in abundance, I can remember one song about memories. So here's Elaine Page singing Memories from the musical Cats by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Music Monday; What Happened to my Memory?
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Wait! When you turned 40? Then that must be what's happening with me. I keep misplacing car keys. I found them last in the washing machine...squeaky clean. And, I keep hiding stuff so that I won't forget where things are...and, then...Um...what was I talking about?ReplyDelete
Your comment made it through Tami -sounds like Blogger was having one of its blips last night:)ReplyDelete
I'm afraid I recognise the lost car key syndrome - I lost mine sometime last yeaar for 3 days! (They were in the bin covered in spaghetti bolognese.) And my goodness, what about lost glasses syndrome?! Since I started wearing reading glasses in the last 18 months or so it has driven me bonkers! I now have more pairs of cheap specs than I can count... I think they keep disappearing into Master Sam's calculator pile:))
I suggest we both get those stylish necklace things for glasses - you can use for your keys and I'll use mine for my glasses. We won't look a day over seventy:))))
Pfft, Jane. Don't let those necklace things fool you. I've had several. I remember once my spouse came home from work while I was in a raging tizzy. I couldn't find my glasses, and almost accused him of misplacing them. They. were. hanging. around. my. neck.ReplyDelete
Ho hum Tami:) Just as well you didn't accuse him or he may have hanged you by them!ReplyDelete
There must be some way of not losing my glasses? Maybe I just need some like Elton John's....
Brilliant exam questions there, Mrs T! I particularly liked 4 and 5. In my humble opinion, you have missed your vocation. In fact, there must be a market for answers to those types of question ... but that would be another blog, would it not?ReplyDelete
Glasses and necklace things; where would I be without the necklace thing? I hate to think. Shopping trolleys that you pull behind you, though. Now they don't make you look a day over 70 either, do they? Cars are a so much more stylish way of transporting the supermarket shopping home. There's something wrong there. (Gets back in box, mumbling about various, apparently unconnected subjects to do with old age.)
Welcome to middle age Mrs T - and to absent minded children who sweep important stuff under the carpet . I should know - I suffer all the time .ReplyDelete
Ah thank you FordFocusMum; you must have heard that I've applied to write the exam questions for the Oxford Board next year?!They need someone with ingenuity like me:))ReplyDelete
Shopping trolleys - don't get me started on them! They're almost as bad as electric wheelchairs for taking out the unsuspecting pedestrian....
I agree cars are the best way of transporting the shopping though - I did try Master Ben's pogo stick but the eggs didn't come off too well:)
Well I'm sorry Mrs G to hear you also suffer from the teenage affliction - but at least in sisterhood we stand united!ReplyDelete
If we can remember who we are and where we live of course......:))
Nobody mention the glasses!!!!!!!!
Hello Mrs. T,ReplyDelete
memory does play hooky as we get older, I am fifty plus and every morning i have to remember the name of my help at home. It is another matter that she has been coming daily for the last six months.
as for the memory loss of the teenager types? well, my theory is that if and when they realise that they have a super efficient mom at home, they throw out all the "unnecessary" stuff out of their head. Talking from experience!!
Hello Sharbori and welcome to My Witty Ways!ReplyDelete
Oh, names..oh forgetting names can lead to some seriously embarrassing moments. I think my own personal favourite is nearly 20 years ago - I was walking around the table settings at a wedding and my mother in law picks up a place card and says..." Jane Turley? There's no Jane Turley in our family!"
I should point out that I'd married her son only a month beforehand! Fortuntely for her I'm a good natured soul and didn't take offence!
Well, I'd like to say my boy's memory loss is because I'm efficent but alas I'm afraid not! Although I'm sure you are right - I try to encourage my boys to remember more of their own stuff...but in the mornings before the school run it is usually a nightmare of forgotten articles... and of course those disappearing car keys:)))
If only you were asked to set the question papers for these exams, life would be so much fun!ReplyDelete
Been down with two back to back attacks of bad viruses along with my usual pre, peri menopausal problems. Now catching up on old posts and feeling better already.
I'm sorry to hear you have been unwell Usha:( What rotten luck to be struck down with the lurgy when there are those dreaded female problems to encounters as well! I sincerely hope you are feeling better now:) I prescribe quality blogging time for recuperation!ReplyDelete
So glad you understood my little exam questions; I was fearful no one would understand their humour:))