29 May 2008

Celebrating Small Victories

No, this one isn't about Isaiah, this is about me.  But first some history...

I used to have a really good memory.  I could remember random things about people, like what they wore 2 weeks ago, or where I put most things, or what I wanted to get at the store, etc., etc.  Then I got pregnant and my memory ran away.  One day, I can't tell you exactly when, it was just gone.  I couldn't remember anything, and no, I'm not exaggerating!

So, when I tell you what I'm about to tell you, I want you to stand up and cheer for me. :)  Ok, well, you can sit in your seat and cheer.

Today I went to the store to buy what I needed for supper, and horror of horrors, I forgot my list!!!!!!  This really isn't a good thing.  I just knew that I would forget something and have to go back out, again.  I carefully and methodically walked around the store racking my brain trying to remember what I needed.  Finally I made my purchases and went home.  

When I arrived, I couldn't help it, I compared my list to my purchases, and I GOT EVERYTHING I NEEDED! (at least 10 things!) I couldn't believe it; in fact, I'm still in shock.  Maybe my memory will come back at least a little bit.  Now, if only I can remember to turn off the oven when I'm done cooking supper....

5 comments:

Eric, Cherith & Adelyn Newton said...

I can COMPLETELY understand this one, Cristy!! And I even forget something on just about every shopping trip even when I DO have a list! :)

Gary said...

Way to go, CristyLynn! I salute you.

I forget why I'm saluting you but it must have been something really good!

js said...

Yeah, go Cristy! Now I find myself wondering what MY excuse is for not being able to remember anything. :) I'm also interested in knowing whether you remembered it in English or Russian. :)

CristyLynn said...

JS,
Ha, that's funny. I actually remembered it in a little bit of both. We've started using Russian words pretty commonly for things that we buy frequently like "farsh" for ground beef and "smetana" for sour cream and such.
Thanks for reading!

Cristy

The Author said...

Pregnancy brain... Ugh! I'm lucky to remember to put on all my clothing every day. It's so bad that when I tell the kids that it's time to leave, Mitchell automatically starts saying, "Where my keys? Where my keys go?"