Befuddled Brain Disorder

Finally! I think life is getting back to normal...whatever that is. We've reached the end of the various summer activities that have filled time and thought for me and I'm ready to get back to one of my favorite pastimes: blogging. I've made a few spot checks here and there for the past few weeks, but today and tomorrow I hope to get over to visit bloggy friends to see what everyone is doing. I'll need to fit this into a myriad of household duties, while starting to prepare for the coming school year, so I hope to get around to seeing everyone in between. Hope all of you are well! By the way, I got tagged for a couple of different things along the way and ask forgiveness for not being able to fit those in.

In the meantime, I thought I'd poke some fun at myself, via an email I received not too long ago. I've made a couple of adjustments, but for the most part it's just as it was sent to me. Though it's somewhat exaggerated, I'm afraid it comes all too close to many a day I have around here. What about you? I am so thankful that the Lord reminds us in Psalm 103 that He pities us and remembers that we are but dust.

>Recently, I was diagnosed with an age-activated befuddled brain disorder.

This is a typical day:
>
>I decide to water my garden.
>
>As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide
>my car needs washing.
>
>As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch
>table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.
>
>I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
>
>I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage
>can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
>
>So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the
>garbage first.
>
>But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take
>out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
>
>I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check
>left.
>
>My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house
>to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi that I had been drinking.
>
>I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi
>aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. I realize the Pepsi is
>getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep
>it cold.
>
>As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the
>counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.
>
>I set the Pepsi down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses
>that I've been searching for all morning.
>
>I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to
>water the flowers.
>
>I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with
>water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.
>
>I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for
>the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I
>decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
>
>I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the
>floor.
>
>
>So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe
>up the spill.
>
>Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
>
>At the end of the day:
>- the driveway is flooded
>- the car isn't washed,
>- the bills aren't paid,
>- there is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter,
>- there is still only one check in my check book,
>- I can't find the remote,
>- I can 't find my glasses,
>- and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
>
>Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really
>baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.
>
>I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for
>it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

The person who wrote this is unknown, but I have little doubt that it was a woman. And I am quite uncomfortable with the fact that I have so many symptoms of this disorder. Is it really age-activated? I don't know, judging how many of the same symptoms were present when I had small children--and I had a horrible flareup during the mom's taxi years. I'd love to hear if any of you are ever symptomatic.