How many of us, on a daily basis, have lost (oh, okay, misplaced) our keys? It’s by no means the end of the world as we know it. It’s just a case of senior moment-itis. Or is it…?
And it’s not just our keys anymore either. We lose our phones and our wallets, too. But it doesn’t end there. We carry around so much weight (women particularly) because of all the stuff we insist on taking with us in our handbags – just to leave the house:
- Multiple forms of ID
- Breath mints
- Lipstick
- Feminine products
- Pen and paper (if you’re my Mom and you don’t have a smart phone)
- Coupons (if you’re my Mom and you can’t resist a sale)
- Tissues (if you’re my Mom and you can find multiple uses for them)
Don’t even get me started on the room-to-room surveillance mission. I tell myself each and every time that I needn’t write stuff down because I’m just going to the next room… Then, as I look around (helplessly trying to find a clue as to what I came into that room for), I start taking a mental picture of my surroundings:
- Will something familiar tip me off?
- Will an object just magically appear in front of my eyes?
- Maybe if I retrace my steps it’ll all suddenly become crystal clear?
I could go on and on and on but I need to go out and run some errands… See my keys?!
hellomuddah hellofadduh 