Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Absent Minded- Oh Look! A Chicken- Professor

I know I have a tendency to be a little, um, forgetful.  One could say I have a touch of ADD (my Mom would say "A touch?  Try a truck load!").  I was diagnosed with ADD as a child, but learned lots of coping mechanisms that I use to this day.  My friends think some of my schedules are crazy, but it's the only way I can keep track of things (and sometimes, even with my schedules, things get off track).  I am much more organized now than I ever was as a youngster, which gives me hope for B, who is as disorganized as I was.  There are some days, though, where I'm more disorganized than not and today was one of them.

Every Wednesday night, my Dad comes for dinner while my Mom is at her weekly "Girls Night Out".  The Curly Girlies love having dinner with Pop and I know Pop loves it just as much (if not more).  Today, B had a doctor's appointment and it worked out perfectly that today's meal was Turkey Chili in the crockpot (it was outstanding!).  Before we had to leave for the appointment, I figured I'd roast some broccoli so that my Dad could let my Mom know I served a green veggie.

I put my broccoli in the oven and started to set the timer.

"Nah," I sad to myself.  "We have to leave in 20 minutes.  I'll just turn off the oven before we walk out the door."

20 minutes later, I started calling to the girls, "Come on!  Shoes on!  Grab your book!  We have to go!  Let's go, go, go, go!" and like good little duckies, they lined up and marched out to the car.

About 25 minutes later (nearly at the doctor's office), I turned onto a street and said, "Oh no!"

"What is it?," asked B, looking up from her book.

"I forgot to turn off the oven," I replied, trying to keep my anxiousness at bay.

"Should you turn around?," she questioned, sounding older than her years.

"Nope, if we do that, I'll have to cancel this appointment and it took me forever to book it."

Ever thankful for Bluetooth, I called my Mom.

"Hello?," she answered.

"Hi Mom.  Listen, I'm going to ask you to do a favor, but I don't want a lecture and I don't want you to freak out, OK?," I asked, keeping an even tone.

Asking my Mom to not freak out is like asking a Kardashian to not shop.  It's pretty near impossible.

"OK," my Mom replied.  I could hear the anxiety in her voice, but she did a good job at trying to sound calm.

"I need you to go to my house and turn off the oven," I said, praying I wouldn't get a lecture about how I have to pay more attention.

"OK.  I'm on my way," she replied, with a little more anxiety.

10 minutes later, as I was pulling into the parking lot, she called back to tell me she turned it off and all was fine.

"Oh," I sighed a breath of relief.  "She didn't lecture me!"

"Not yet, she didn't," stated B. "But she probably will tomorrow."

I said nothing, knowing B was most likely right.  After we came home, I took out the broccoli and was shocked to see it was somewhat salvageable.  It wasn't quite green, but it tasted pretty good!  I guess being forgetful has it's perks! (This is not, in whatever way, condoning leaving your oven on unattended. Don't do it!)!

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