Thursday, July 17

Oreo Pie Crust

Yesterday Zach reminded me of the famous quote from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: "Depend upon it - there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones."

I think the time comes, for many women, right around the first pregnancy. You find out that your little chicken-bean is the size of a quarter, and suddenly you have absolutely no recollection what 7 X 9 equals. You learn how many ounces per feeding and how many feedings per day, and then next time you go for a drive you need to label the gas and brake pedals. And once the most economic and absorbent diaper is determined, your husband catches you reading the instruction manual for the toaster.

Before my time came, I used to run to the store without a grocery list. My pre-baby brain could hold a list of ten to fifteen items- no problem. So I felt extremely confident when I went on a spontaneous shopping trip this morning to pick up three (that's 3, for any of you who have had that long "t-h" word elbowed out) things. Yet by the time I step in the store, I have already packed the babies into the car, navigated the closest spot to the entrance that will still leave room next to the car for the ginormous "truck cart" which despite it's size and difficulty to weild, is only designed for two kids and a smallish amount of groceries. After negotiating the bumpiest tiles on the planet, (whose idea was that anyway?) we finally get inside, check to see if the kids still have all their teeth, and my mind immediately starts replacing the mental grocery list with the produce I just realized we need, until the last item inevitably gets knocked clean out.

I can't imagine trying to do this with a list longer than two. Even six things: knock an item out for every time someone stops to say they thought they had their hands full, one more for every "are they twins?" and two more for every "what cute girls!" That last one is a little more effective at distracting me- never gets old, does it? Maybe I should just leave them in their oatmeal-covered pj's, neglect their messy faces and hair flyaways, and actually get some shopping done instead. But, no. I dress them up and they can't help but be crowd-stoppingly adorable. And even with a list only six items long, I'd get everything but what I came for.

I guess I can't feel too stupid, it's not like I forgot the milk again. I just wanted to do something with one of the four chocolate flavored Cool Whips I got on sale-so-it-wasn't-impulse-shopping. And I did remember to ask the butcher for the pig's feet Zach keeps requesting for suture practice. (They were out. Huh. Who else is buying those things?) But still. For the second time, I forgot to get the Oreo pie crust.

3 comments:

Magirk said...

Yeah. It's a phenomenon that I'm quite familiar with - the 'edging out' of information.

And if I had a nickel for every time that shopping fiasco of forgetting every item on my list....

It actually drives me crazy, because I was The World's Most Awesome Secretary before I was a mother, so keeping things organized in a highly efficient, anal-retentive way was my specialty.

Now, it's chaos pretty much.

Marsie Pants said...

Magirk took the words right out of my mouth. My mom comments now whenever I'm late to anything (even though she's on the other side of the country...huh...) because I was NEVER, EVER late before Abby came along. Never. I know that's hard to believe for you because I'm late pretty much every time we have something planned to do together. See? Told you it was bad now.

NatRat said...

And Zach...why are we wanting pig's feet?? Yuck! I am sure you were most thankful that they were out.