Senior moments....or something!

One of the things I really struggle with is my memory, or to be honest, my lack of it. I spent over half an hour this morning turning the house upside down trying to find some really important notes for a meeting I was having. A real senoir moment!I was panicing because not finding them meant that firstly I would look totally unprofessional and secondly I would have to decide whether to come clean and say I'd lost them, or lie!

As it is Lent I thought I'd give being honest a go. I confessed my sin at the meeting only to be told that I hadn't yet been given any information, indeed that was the reason for the meeting.

I sighed with relief that I hadn't lost it, felt a total idiot that I hadn't remembered the reason for the meeting and wished I'd kept my big mouth shut and at least tried to look as if I'd got a handle on life.

But frankly I don't a lot of the time. I forget stuff so easily, write dates incorrectly in my diary...if I remember to put them in it in the first place, forget to pass on messages (why do I have to pass on messages to my husband from the congrgation anyway? I am his wife not his secretary but don't get me started). I forget birthdays, often forget things the children have to take to school and once (only once) forgot to pick up one of the children from school even though I picked the other two up from the same place.

I try to console myself with the fact that I am a busy woman with four children, a husband who works every hour that God sends, a house to clean, verging on the menopausal, tired and with a lot on my plate. I find myself unconvinced though. I think I probably live in my own little world, doing my own thing and that I am just not blessed with admin and organisational skills...or, I'm just old with increasing senior moments and off my head. Who knows?????


Love ,

Rachel.