As a result, I often miss my exit on the expressway or walk into a room without any idea why I went in there. I wish I could blame this on getting older, but I'm only 40 and I've been like this for decades.
So ten or eleven years ago -- before the youngest two kidlings joined the family -- our routine had me dropping daughterling off at daycare then driving c-l-e-a-r across town to work. Sometimes hubby would pick her up, but more often I would get her on my way home.
We used an in-home daycare back then. Most parents would just walk into the house, but I have a problem doing that. I always knocked first and then opened the door. This one particular occasion, though, the door was locked. Not a big deal. She would often lock it if she had to run upstairs for something. So I knocked, and when she answered the door, she was clearly surprised to see me.
Hmmm. Had I caught her in the middle of something?
"I'm just here to get Court." I tried.
Again, that weird look. Maybe hubs had stopped by to pick her up?
"You left her at home today with your mom, remember?"
I'd like to take a moment apologize to all of you blondes out there. It's moments like these that perpetuate the ditzy blonde stereotype. I'm so sorry I keep adding fuel to the fire.