Remember when you were a kid? What was the first thing you asked your mom when you woke up each day? For me, I had to ask what day is was. I never knew. And really, I only asked some days when I had a pressing need to know or something was coming up that I was excited about.
Granted, I generally knew if it was a weekday or weekend — although sometimes I’d forget and start to get ready for school on a Saturday. In summer though… all we did was wile away the hours hanging out and playing. There was no schedule we cared about and no structure. I’m sure I knew what month it was, but day of the week? No clue.
As I got older, this happened less often. I remember being in junior high and trying to forget the days of the week during the summer. I didn’t really succeed, although I was able to forget for a day or so at a time.
Once I reached high school and had more responsibilities, I always knew what day it was. I knew what I was supposed to do that day and the next. I knew what preparation I had to do to get ready for the upcoming days.
And I knew that my childhood was truly coming to an end.
They always say that your dotage is a second childhood. Apparently I’m older than I thought.
I almost sent Manic Mommy a note yesterday evening to ask her where her blood drive contest winners were. They were to be posted on Thursday (today) after all. Fortunately, I realized what day it was before sending.
Of course, the reason I remembered in time is because of an earlier incident.
I went to the grocery store with a list of items to pick up. Eggs were $0.97 for eighteen with a $10 purchase. I needed applesauce to make two dairy free recipes for Little Miss. And they had chicken on sale for $2/pound, which you don’t see too often anymore. And I can always use more yogurt… which was on sale 32 oz for $1.49.
I picked up the eggs and headed towards the meat section. I saw whole chicken on sale. And drumsticks for $1.49 per pound, but I couldn’t find the $2 chicken breasts. The yogurt was no problem, and I picked up my applesauce.
I then headed to the front of the store to find a flyer so I could complain to the store and ask them to get the right price up. Looking at the flyer, I could see that it was still last week’s flyer. I sighed at their incompetance and headed to the other entrance, hoping I could find a flyer there. Nope, still the same stupid flyer from last week.
Irritated now, I decided to go to the front desk and inquire about the chicken. The woman looked at me funny and asked if it was the flyer I’d gotten in the mail. Umm, duhhh! Then she reminded me that the sale items don’t start until Thursday. Of course they don’t start until Thursday. I know that, but my issue is that. Oh. Yeah. Today’s not Thursday yet, is it?
The woman gave me a sympathetic look, as I explained my confusion. And may I point out that this is further proof that being rude to people is never called for. I wasn’t mean to her but just inquiring about the sale chicken. And since I was totally wrong, she was nice to me and only a single snort of laughter escaped rather than having her patronizingly correct me and treat me like the moron I am.
Uhhh yeah, I put back the eggs and the yogurt. It’s the grocery store version of the walk of shame. I still bought my applesauce though. And made some yummy goodies today — granola, chocolate applesauce cake, and whole wheat carrot cranberry muffins.
And yes, even after this very memorable incident, I still thought it was Thursday later that evening.
Anyone know of any good nursing homes in the Chicago area?