Today at Keep the Way, my homeschool blog, I shared . . . um, yeah, not much, because apparently, thirty is the age when you start to lose your memory.
And, since it was so short and sweet, I will save you the time from blog-hopping, and will post it here as well:
Apparently, my mind is mush. I know this week was FULL of wonderful memory-making moments, life-affirming anecdotes, and tickle-your-funny-bone hilarity . . . but, alas, I cannot recall a thing.
Some school was done. Books were read. The Saints won. Who Dat. Mom, Dad, and Tootsie (wonderful hubby’s equally wonderful grandmother) all celebrated another Year of Life. Happy Birthday. Delicious meals were consumed.
Um, yeah. Is thirty too young to be losing your memory?
What about you? Do you remember this week? Do you ever end an entire week asking yourself, What in the world happened? Please let me know I’m not alone!
Have a great weekend!!
