Brain Overload - by Theresa Ragan
Hey, here I am. I actually remembered to write my blog! I missed my day the last two months and I really was afraid that I was getting Altzheimers until my son said he had what I had. Brain Overload. Not only do I walk into the kitchen or garage and then immediately forget why I went there in the first place, but last week I took the clothes from the washing machine and tossed them into the dryer. Then I turned the knob, but the dryer wouldn’t work. I tried turning the knob every way possible. I turned the knob so many times that it finally came off. It was easy enough to put the knob back on, but I finally gave up. I had to come to grips with the fact that my dryer was broken. I spent the next hour looking for the warranty, and then I called the repairman and set up an appointment. I begged the repairman to come as soon as possible, but he said he couldn’t come for FIVE days! I told my family the dryer was broken and for the next two days nobody did laundry. On the third day, my husband, seeing that I had left clothes to rot in the dryer, turned the knob and then ALSO turned the knob to the left of that knob…the small knob that says START above it. Waala. The dryer worked. It was never broken. I’ve been using that dryer for years. With four kids and the drama that comes along with those kids, my brain is on overload. My oldest son made me feel a little better when he told me that he was eating a burrito with his friends the other day. Before each bite he would put a drop of taco sauce on it. Suddenly he poured his iced tea on his burrito. Everybody jumped up to avoid getting wet. They said, “What are you doing!?” He didn’t know what to say. Instead of drinking his iced tea, he had poured it on his burrito. Ha! It's my birthday today. I'm 47 and I'm going to enjoy every moment of the day. If you have a dryer or burrito story, share it with me, please!