It was bad when this weekend at Kristy’s shower I realized I was wearing a different shoe on each foot. Similar, they were. And by the same manufacturer. But one shoe is half a size larger than the other, and a different shade of brown. I wore this “pair” of shoes for two days before I noticed my gaffe.
Today I learned I don’t know my address. I’ve lived here for almost two years but my husband noticed today that I put the wrong return address on two letters. How could I not know my address? I used to know it before Henry was born. But now it seems that if it doesn’t have to do with breastfeeding or when I get to go to bed it’s not significant enough for me to remember. I suck.