I wish I had a dollar for every time I said, “Help me remember that.” or “Let me write that down.” Other times I get cocky and just know I will remember that we need milk, olive oil and toilet paper. Usually, obscure bits of information like security codes or an old phone number from our landline remain intact inside my mental steel trap.
The other 99% of the time, Boo will find a scrap of paper I’ve written on and confront my faculties.
“Babe, do you really need to remind yourself to eat lunch? That worries me.”
“It’s more like a plan for the day, so I can maximize my time,” I counter.
Lots of people write packing lists before they go on a trip and strangely enough, I do not. However, I do start packing a week in advance and as I remember things I want to take, I put them in the suitcase. Very efficient, I think, versus Boo who packs the night before or morning of. He has left for a week’s vacation with only shorts and no shirts.
My problem is that I frequently write more than one note for the same thing, and because of that, I now make my grocery list on Alexa.
Boo will sometimes holler from the kitchen, “We need more mayo!”
“Don’t tell me, tell Alexa,” I say.
Boo will then holler at Alexa, from the other room, “Alexa, add mayo and cookies to the grocery list.”
“Mycookplease added to grocery.”
“No, Alexa. Add mayo and chocolate chip cookies to grocery list.” Boo corrects.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get that.”
“Alexa, add mayo and chocolate chip cookies to grocery.”
“Admochip cookies added to grocery.”
“Oh, good grief!” I hear from the kitchen.
But Alexa has my lists for the grocery store, Costco, Walgreens and Target and she is amazing as long as I remember to take my phone when I leave the house.
As much as Boo makes fun of my post-it notes lists, or scraps of paper reminders, he has at least three spiral notebooks going at all times. One for things to do, another for the number of miles he walks a week and then one for writing down his checks, like a giant check register.
YES. I know what you are thinking. Y E S he does.
“You know you could check your balance online,” I say.
“I want to subtract it myself,” he says. “That way there’s no mistake.”
I’m really good at remembering birthdays, anniversaries, and doctor appointments, but my to-do list of lunch, walking and Target sometimes slip my mind.
I can remember vacations we’ve taken, dreams I’ve had, and Bible verses learned in first grade, but song lyrics and directions to Tyler, Texas sometimes throw me for a loop.
My memory is selective, some would say, but I prefer to think I have so many intelligent and important bits of information in my brain, that it is prudent to remind myself of the mundane.
Once, after a weekend with the grandkids, eating cookies, fish sticks, and McDonalds, I wrote a post-it note that said, “EAT HEALTHY.” It was just my reminder to get back on track and stop sneaking M&M’s, but Boo saw it stuck on my bathroom mirror and laughed, “I don’t have to remind myself to poop every day! You’re a hoot!”
I think he missed the point.
I’ve always had this need to jot things down, or record information, like blood pressure or books I’ve read. I love making a list of things I want to accomplish for the day and then marking them off one by one. I’m crazy for note pads, post-it notes, or journals and I have stacks of them to prove it. I don’t know if there’s a name for that or not, but I’ll just take organized, efficient or conscientious.
Don’t listen to Boo, I’m not losing it, I’m maximizing it!