I forgot to put peanut butter in my no-bake cookies.
The worst part was, I had already measured out the peanut butter, so it was sitting in my measuring cup on the counter, just awaiting its addition to the cocoa-y sugary buttery goodness that was boiling next to it.
And then, it was done boiling, and the kids and I dumped in the oats, and I plomped them down in overflowing spoonfuls onto some wax paper. At the time, something seemed off with the consistency, but I was too busy keeping Sophie from grabbing handfuls of the glop and making off with it, so I just moved on.
Ten minutes later, I spotted the measuring cup of peanut butter on the counter.
Luckily, the cookies had not set yet, so I was able to salvage them by dumping them all back into the bowl, adding the forgotten ingredient, re-mixing and re-dropping. The taste seems not to have suffered from my lack of attention.
Then, at the gym this week, I changed into my gym clothes and realized I had no gym socks.
Thinking back to that morning, I even explicitly remembered grabbing the pair of socks from the chest at the foot of the bed where I set out my clothes each night. I remembered because they were separate from the rest of my workout clothes, which I had actually loaded into my gym bag the night before, sans socks.
My first thought was that I KNEW I had those darn socks. I emptied my entire gym bag and handbag. Nothing. I unfolded and refolded my work clothes that I had just removed, thinking they maybe got caught in there somehow.
Nope.
I patted down my locker, making sure they hadn't rolled into a corner.
Still no luck.
I glanced up and down and around, on the floor, the bench, thinking perhaps they rolled out of my bag, I even checked the bench on the other side of the aisle in case they had gathered some momentum and gotten some actual distance.
Nothing.
I had to come to grips with the fact that, although I had grabbed my socks in the morning, I had not actually followed through with depositing them in my gym bag.
I've got lots of crap going on in the morning. It is not terribly surprising that this level of distraction might occur.
I worked out sockless.
Luckily, it was weight lifting day, which is decidedly less impacted by Naked Foot Syndrome then, say, running.
It was uncomfortable, but not horrible.
BUT.
This isn't the worst part of the story.
When I got back from showering, I came back to my locker.
And THERE WERE MY SOCKS.
On the floor. Under the bench.
Pretty much half way under, where it was possible to miss seeing them from either side without bending all the way over. But still, hard to believe I missed them, given that I'd been so reluctant to actually believe I didn't have them and had spent so much time looking for them.
So, not only am I apparently easily distracted, I'm also a blatant idiot.
Awesome.
Luckily, the cookies had not set yet, so I was able to salvage them by dumping them all back into the bowl, adding the forgotten ingredient, re-mixing and re-dropping. The taste seems not to have suffered from my lack of attention.
Then, at the gym this week, I changed into my gym clothes and realized I had no gym socks.
Thinking back to that morning, I even explicitly remembered grabbing the pair of socks from the chest at the foot of the bed where I set out my clothes each night. I remembered because they were separate from the rest of my workout clothes, which I had actually loaded into my gym bag the night before, sans socks.
My first thought was that I KNEW I had those darn socks. I emptied my entire gym bag and handbag. Nothing. I unfolded and refolded my work clothes that I had just removed, thinking they maybe got caught in there somehow.
Nope.
I patted down my locker, making sure they hadn't rolled into a corner.
Still no luck.
I glanced up and down and around, on the floor, the bench, thinking perhaps they rolled out of my bag, I even checked the bench on the other side of the aisle in case they had gathered some momentum and gotten some actual distance.
Nothing.
I had to come to grips with the fact that, although I had grabbed my socks in the morning, I had not actually followed through with depositing them in my gym bag.
I've got lots of crap going on in the morning. It is not terribly surprising that this level of distraction might occur.
I worked out sockless.
Luckily, it was weight lifting day, which is decidedly less impacted by Naked Foot Syndrome then, say, running.
It was uncomfortable, but not horrible.
BUT.
This isn't the worst part of the story.
When I got back from showering, I came back to my locker.
And THERE WERE MY SOCKS.
On the floor. Under the bench.
Pretty much half way under, where it was possible to miss seeing them from either side without bending all the way over. But still, hard to believe I missed them, given that I'd been so reluctant to actually believe I didn't have them and had spent so much time looking for them.
So, not only am I apparently easily distracted, I'm also a blatant idiot.
Awesome.
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