I don’t need to be creamed at a game of “Memory” by my children (including my 4-year-old) to know that I don’t have one.
The other night my daughter was finding pair after pair after pair while I was only taking pairs by sheer luck. Even if she had just turned over the mate to the card I overturned on my turn, I couldn’t remember where it was in the sea of cards. I’m hopeless at that game.
What’s really disconcerting is that my memory is pretty hazy these days just trying to keep track of daily life. On Wednesday, I was convinced it was Thursday and kept preparing for the wrong activities. And it took me half the year to figure out that Jonah’s preschool ran  9 to 11:45 a.m. I kept arriving to drop him off at 8:45 a.m. and returning at noon.
Friends keep telling me that it’s just my crazy, busy life. Who wouldn’t forget stuff while balancing four kids, all their activities and a part time job. I hope they are right. It’s either that or dementia setting in early.