Scatter-brain

I have a couple of little notebooks sitting by my computer where I jot notes down so I won’t forget.  Then I forget which notebook it’s in and can never find what I need.  It’s a flawless system.

Sometimes I write things down and then move along to my next distraction.  When I flip through the notebooks later, I’m not entirely certain I’ve followed through on my tasks.  I was looking for something last night and came across lots of notes I’m not sure I completed.  Did I email my roll recipe to Rose?  I can’t remember.  Why did I write down the words minatory, furtive, untoward, desultory, incisive, and truculent?  Not a clue.  What required the scribbling of 1/2 + 1/3 + 1/6?  Who knows.  What is this a recipe for: 1.5 sticks butter, 1 1/4 C powdered sugar, 5 oz. chocolate, 1 1/4 T cocoa, 1 t vanilla?  I’m certain I never made it anyway.  What was I supposed to do with the AICPA?  You've got me.  There’s a whole gob of random phone numbers.  Who are these people and did I ever call them?  I DON’T KNOW! 

I also found some things Eva said that I can’t remember if I’ve posted yet.  I’d better post them just in case.  I don’t want to lose them in my flawless organizational system. 

In the bathroom with Eva:

Me: Eva, did you poop?

She stands up and looks in the toilet. 

Eva: Yup.  There's 2 of them.  It’s a family.

In the car:

Eva: I’m so excited for Easter.  I wonder how the Easter Bunny gets all the stuff for my basket.  Maybe he goes to the store.

Me: That’s a good guess.  You’re probably right.

Long pause.

Eva: No, no, no.  That can’t be it.  The humans would see him!

Another long pause.

Eva: Maybe he goes at night instead.  Then no one will be there.

Talking about college:

Me: I went to college to be a teacher.  You can go to college to be anything you want.

Eva: I want to go to college to be a kitty.

Snuggling on the couch:

Eva:  You know how much I love you?

Me:  How much?

Eva: Trillion.54.36.1540.  (She says it trillion point 54 point 36 point 15 40)

Me:  Wow!  That’s a lot.

Eva: You know how much I love Daddy?

Me:  How much?

Eva:  More than that.

Ouch.  Maybe she loves him more because he’s much better at being organized than I am.  Michael never misplaces anything…