Early On Set Memory Loss

It's been a busy week or so in our home. Chris had a crazy week at work and was often home well after the boys and I were asleep. We spent most of the week trying to catch up while we stuffed backpacks and made lunches in the morning rush. (In other words, we managed two to three sentences in between running here, there and everywhere.)

After barely seeing each other all week, it was almost surreal that I had to meet Chris in the driveway Friday night. He was on his way home from work and I was waiting for him to arrive home so I could rush off to my tennis league. I swear we should have slapped high five as we passed each other to designate our change of the parental guard.

We were all up way too early Saturday morning to take Aidan and Brennan to a swim meet. As I have mentioned swim meets are crazy, chaotic places. A pool, a gym, a cafeteria filled with kids, parents and coaches rushing to swim, rushing to line up to swim, and rushing to find a warm towel. On top of our trying to navigate each of the boys' swim events (six for Aidan and four for Brennan), we also were responsible for the morning shift at the concession stand. And we had our four year old in tow. (Griffin helped me at the concession stand by taste testing the pizza, the juice, the donuts and the push up lollipops. He's a giver that kid.)

Yes, it was a nice relaxing Saturday morning. Thanks for asking.

The boys did great at the meet. Brennan handled his first 50 yard events (freestyle, breast and backstroke) without a care or a worry. (Although when I told him how proud I was of his bravery, he did whisper to me that he had been a little bit nervous. Oh, I could eat him up with his cuteness.) Aidan was a rockstar swimmer. He won his heat for both breast stroke and freestyle, and took the top time out of all boys 8 and under for freestyle, besting his fastest time by over two seconds. He also did a few 50s and his first ever 100 free.

(Watching those poor young kids do the 100 free is tough. By the third lap, you want to take bets on which one is going to break first and hold onto the rope while screaming for someone to come fish them the hell out of the pool already.)

After our five hour stint at the swim meet, we headed home with our hostages Travis and Lynda, who the boys never wanted to go home. Ever. (While they were trying to leave our house, Brennan asked Travis for one last hug. When Travis went to give him a hug, Griffin and Brennan staged an ambush and grabbed onto each of his legs, refusing to let him leave. Oh, the love of a nephew. It's crazy love.)

On Sunday, the boys had their ski and snowboard lessons. And while many of our friends opted to skip the lesson this week due to the minus 12 below windchill, Chris just laughed at the weather and told the boys to suit up. In layers. Lots and lots of layers. (Frost bite? What frost bite?)

They returned home early Sunday afternoon exhausted. And so we all collapsed on the couch together as a family to watch a movie in comfy (and warm!) pjs under many a blanket.

It wasn't until the movie was over that I realized I had forgotten Brennan had been invited to a birthday party. A birthday party that we had RSVPed yes to attend. A birthday party that had ended all of an hour ago.

The same birthday party that was marked on my calendar and our home dry erase calendar. The same birthday party invitation that was up on the bulletin board in our kitchen.

Yep. That party.

It was fun to call the parents of the birthday girl and explain that I had, well, forgotten all about their party.

Early on set memory loss brought on by insane levels of busyness. It was bound to happen sooner or later.