don't forget the milk

i don't forget anything.
anything.
ever.
middle names, birthdays, worthless trivia.

until recently.
i don't know why,
but suddenly,
i can't remember even the most basic things.
middle names (hell, first names), birthdays, worthless trivia.

a couple of weeks ago,
i left the house to take m to gymnastics.
i usually sit for a while and relax,
or go shopping or walking with the other gym moms.
it is me time, and it is fabulous.

mm said,
"remember - come home tonight,
i'd like to go to the gym - i didn't get there this morning."

i said,
"sure, no problem."

i arrived at gymnastics,
started talking,
laughing,
and my friend said,
"let's run to pat catan's."

and i said,
"sure, no problem."

i forgot about the gym.
totally.
not cool.

then last night i leave the house,
to take m to gymnastics,
mm says,
"grab some milk - we're out."

i say,
"sure, no problem."

i purchase the milk,
take it to gymnastics,
and store it in the fridge.
i brag about how i have
accomplished my mission.

not an hour later,
m and i are driving home at 9:30pm.
and i realize
i forgot the milk
at gymnastics.
sigh.