It's not forgetting. It's remembering.

I think, the older I get, the more I remember.


Taking the clothes out of the washer, I remember that I have been meaning to clean that little rubber seal thing for like 3 months. Putting the clothes into the dryer, I remember that I need to sweep the area in front of the dryer where the used dryer sheets seem to go to die. Heading back into the kitchen, I pass the shelf where we keep the soda and remember that we need more diet coke, and then remember that I would like a diet coke right now.

I open the fridge to look for a diet coke and remember that I need to come up with a dinner plan. Digging through the freezer for meat, I remember that I froze those strawberries from last week and was meaning to have a smoothie this morning. Reaching for the blender I remember that someone asked me for a drink - did I ever do that? I don't remember, but both children are otherwise occupied so everything must be fine. Although, I do remember something about asking them to clean their rooms.

Checking on the girls, I remember that I was going to vacuum in there last week. I also remember that I told them we'd have naps today - but it's a little late now so we'll do some reading instead. Reading. That makes me remember that I'm in the middle of a really good book, and I do remember promising myself a little more reading time.

Picking up my Kindle and seeing it fully charged, I remember that my phone needed to be charged. So heading back into the kitchen to plug in my phone, I hear the buzz coming from the laundry room and I remember that there's laundry ready to be switched over again. Which reminds me that I wanted to clean that rubber seal thing...

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