Yesterday I was picking up my little Cecilia from her parent's day out program and having a nice little chat with the mom of a little boy in her class. I picked up both my child and hers to let them get a drink from the water fountain and commented that the kids were really growing up so fast. We were discussing the kids height and weight and I told her that I was taking Cecilia for her 18 month checkup on Wednesday and I was looking forward to seeing how much she had grown.
Cecilia and I headed to the car and I got her all strapped in to make our way to the next school to pickup Anna Frances. I climbed into the driver's seat and suddenly became really confused...I mean like REALLY CONFUSED having to sit there for a minute (that seemed like forever) to work it out in my head! I told told my friend that Cecilia was 18 months old. That WAS right, wasn't it? But it couldn't be, I told myself. Cecilia just turned ONE in July, so how could I be saying she was 18 months old? I did the math on my fingers. I thought about her birthday party. I thought about the summer and the time didn't add up. What was I thinking? Where had I gotten confused?
And then it hit me...
Cecilia turned one in February, which makes her 18 months old. Anna Frances turned eight in July!
This really was totally crazy, but also quite hysterical to me, especially when I told my friends about it. For those few minutes everything was so jumbled in my head that I could not keep my own kids straight! And I only have two!! I offer my sincere appreciation to my mother for keeping all of us straight (or halfway straight!!) in her mind for so many years. It's a surprise that anybody ever survives childhood.
Sorry girls. You'll have to tell your therapist about me someday.
Tonight I'm praying for a clear head tomorrow.
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