Stupid Stuff I Do

I’m a real piece of work sometimes…

I log into Zoom calls and can’t get in, then wonder what’s wrong. The meeting is tomorrow.

I make a point to buy heavy cream for my coffee at the grocery store, because I’m out at work and can’t enjoy my coffee without it. Then I leave it in the fridge at home and forget to take it to the studio with me every day for 4 days. I remember it right about the time I’m ready to pour the coffee.

I call and leave a message for someone, then when they call me back, I can’t remember what it was we had to talk about.

I get ready for bed, wash my face, go in and out of the closet 27 times, get in bed…closet light still on. So I get up and turn the closet light off. Get back in bed. Never took my contacts out. Get out of bed. Take my contacts out. Get back in bed. Bathroom light is still on.

I look down and notice I have a 1/4 tank of gas as I’m pulling in to work. I will get gas this afternoon. Leave work, and drive home. The next day, after running all over town to 32 places then pulling back into the driveway, I see the gas light. Frick. Dire straights. I pray all the way to the gas station.

I gather all the things I want to remember to take with me the next day and put them near the door. I go about my business. I get to work, and the things are still at home by the door. Dumb.

I buy new make-up, and since it’s BOGO, I buy several to have for later. Foundation, powder, mascara…the whole nine. Can’t find the bag once I get home. I know it’s here somewhere.

I put stuff in the bottom drawer of the fridge, and it never sees the light of day again. Crap.

Please tell me I’m not the only one.

Published by Amanda Herring, Writer

Practical wisdom, joys and pains, motivation and tough love, from the perspective of a Mississippi mom, traveler, business owner, goal crusher, substance seeker, and full-time dreamer

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