First of all, I'm like a cranky zombie (if zombies can be cranky) during an edit. Or maybe that's most of the time... whatever. Anyway, for the purpose of this story it's during an edit only.
I have a difficult time concentrating on anything but my edit. I supposedly have conversations with my husband and kids that they swear I'm a part of. I'm not buying it and I'm leaning toward a conspiracy theory.
I will admit to forgetting things. Lots of things. Even things that I read on my calendar and promptly forget ten seconds later.
The thing I forget the majority of the time is whatever it is I happen to be drinking. During the day I leave coffee cups strewn throughout the house because I forget where I put them. I'll find two (because I didn't see the first one) in the microwave. I've found cups on the bookshelf, refrigerator, bathroom sink...
This week I reached a new low. I found a cup, half filled, in the shoe cabinet. I swear, I don't know how it got there!
At night it's a different story. It involves my husband bringing me tea and me forgetting every single time that it's there! It's become a bit of a joke (for him). He'll bring it to me, put it in my hand and announce, "I BROUGHT YOU TEA."
When he walks out, I'll set the cup down so that I can type and forget about it for at least half an hour when it's too cold at that point to drink. We repeat this cycle over and over. My husband, being the jokester he is, likes to come back and stand in the doorway until I remember and then cracks up.
He does offer me more tea afterwards.
However, he did take his life in to his hands today when he asked, "When are you going to call a maid?"
I walked upstairs and called his cell phone.
All this to say: I'm still working on my edit and I'm nowhere near done.