First it was me. I have apparently given it now to my daughter. My 7 year old, who has attention “issues” (to avoid the label), can be, as you can imagine ‘spacey’ and ‘ditzy’ at times. God love her, she’s this bubbly ball of blonde hair with an infectious giggle, but at times, she’s this blonde bombshell of attention-deficient spazziness that sometimes can make you wonder if she’s really a resident of our planet. It’s nights like tonight where I contemplate calling the funny farm for myself, ready for the check-in. My poor, beautiful, lost 7 year old, struggling to get the last bits of her math done for tomorrow, eyes weary, asks if she can finish tomorrow and take a bath. Math homework, mind you, that had been boggling her forever, nevermind her unable to concentrate long enough to finish it. You name it. She appears downstairs seconds later, remembering she still had yet to make her lunch. Now tonight, as you know, isn’t a normal night to begin with, as my husband isn’t home. So our nightly ritual is already ‘off’. Meantime, she’s making her lunch, and announces we’re out of bread. As in, she only has 1 piece, she proclaims. I knew we were low, but didn’t think we were that low, I would’ve saw that earlier and been able to get some. Baffled by this news, I tell her that I will bring her a sandwich tomorrow, since I’m volunteering anyway at the school. She then proceeds to tell me that we’re also out of fresh sliced organic turkey breast for said aforementioned sandwich. Now, I know we’re not low on that. I asker her to check the counters, the drawer, the shelves of the fridge, just to be sure my other children, who had made their lunches before her, hadn’t misplaced it. She assured me there was none left, that she found none. Funny, I thought to myself, as she proceeded to finish what she could at my instruction to do so (“Alright, baby, go ahead and make the rest of your lunch and don’t worry about the sandwich“), and go take her bath and subsequently go to bed.
Sometime later (as in, seconds ago), I went into the kitchen to ensure things were in order. Babies are finally asleep, poor hubby had just called to confirm the call I’d made and left for him that we needed bread and he, the poor tired hubby, would have to go out and get on his way home, in the wee hours of the morning, for her sandwich. There, is her Tupperware sandwich keeper on the counter………. with two slices of bread in it.
Yeah, you’re confused too, huh? It gets better.
So in an effort to finish the lunch that wasn’t finished, I reached into the fridge to search for the turkey I was fairly certain we’d had. Yup, there it was, second shelf, practically staring at her. And she missed it.
Oh no, it gets even better…
Other than the two pieces of bread after claiming she only had one, and after finding ‘no turkey’ when there was several pieces left in the pouch, in her lunch there contained crackers and an apple. She hadn’t made the rest of her lunch after the sandwich fiasco. Apparently, my instructions to have her finish her lunch equated to her NOT finishing her lunch. She simply left everything as it was, cup awaiting applesauce, sitting on the counter, another container awaiting pretzels, sitting there, and her juice cup not filled, sitting there. So, groggily, I finished this poor child’s lunch for her.
Could’ve been exhaustion, could’ve been “attention issues”. Probably will never know which. But my goodness, ditzy-ness is in the air to-night, eh?
Here’s to hopin’ we’re cured by tomorrow!