Life always seems to get in the way of what I planned to write for my Sandwich Generation posts, and it’s happened again. I know some of you are waiting to hear more about being an advocate for loved 0nes, but I am feeling called instead to post about another problem Sandwich Generationers have–our lack of memory and ability to do silly things because:
- We have a lack of sleep from taking care of little ones and working.
- We worry over our parents.
- We are constantly organizing activities between our little ones and retired parents.
So, what happened to make me write about this today?
Last night, I lost my ATM card at the ATM machine, and I cannot 100 percent tell you that it’s because the machine ate it. I won’t be surprised if it turns up somewhere like the car or my purse.
Here’s what happened:
If you follow me on Facebook (if you are not following me on Facebook, what are you thinking?), you’ll know that my laptop is about to terminate –any minute. So, yesterday, I took the almost 3-year-old to Best Buy with me to buy a new laptop. I went there knowing exactly which laptop I wanted. (BTW, this is not the laptop I left with after talking to the very knowledgeable customer service rep.) But still taking a 3-year-old to Best Buy after dinner and going to the section with all the touch screens is quite an adventure. While talking with the rep, my husband calls and says, “So, I need to talk to you about my paychecks.”
Yes, folks, my hubby works for the federal government. Did you realize there’s a shutdown??? because somehow we’ve lost our minds in this country or there’s not enough oxygen in Washington, D.C. Anyway, VERY long story-short, he has been working as an air traffic controller since October 1, but there’s no one in the payroll office to process his hours, so he won’t get paid. (Yes, yes, he will eventually get paid, and I’m just hoping all the bill collectors are as understanding and willing to work with us as the House is willing to work with Obama, but I digress. . .) ANYWAY, KB is touching computers, Rick is talking to me on the phone about no money coming in, and I am thinking, OKAY, we have good credit, we’ll just do the 18-month financing right now that BB offers.
We buy the laptop and leave the store. I call my dad–to tell him about the shutdown news and to check on my mom who is suffering from a terrible cold at the moment. As I’m talking to him while at the ATM and trying to deposit a check. I also couldn’t find a pen. Now, I realize this is not smart–talking on the phone while using the ATM–I never really thought it was dangerous, but it turns out it is. Also, you shouldn’t talk about upsetting topics such as the government shutdown. I couldn’t find a pen; the ATM was beeping at me; and KB was in the back singing at the top of her lungs a song from THE LITTLE MERMAID. And somehow when all this was done, I never deposited my check, AND I didn’t have my ATM card.
I have to admit at this point, I cried. KB says, “Mommy, are you sad? Are you crying?”
I said, “Yes.”
She said, “Me too.” And started crying.
Talk about feeling AWFUL–so I quickly dried my tears, decided to call PNC when I got home and explain the completely stupid thing that just happened, even though I’m not exactly sure what had just happened, and drove home.
A new ATM card is on its way.
In the past month or so, I have:
- Put the mayo in the pantry and the peanut butter in the fridge
- Left the keys in the door all day until my hubby came home
- Gone to the store to buy __________ and come home with everything except ____________
- A few other things I was going to add to this list, but now I can’t remember. . .
I could go on, but you might stop reading this entirely and think: This lady needs a brain. I am blaming it on my Sandwich Generation status. I am of “Advanced Maternal Age” and chasing around a toddler while also trying to help my parents (Or them trying to help me) as much as possible.
I would love to hear some of the silly things you have done to make me feel better about myself!