Confesion del Jueves (Confession Thursday) 8/26/10

Yay! It’s Confession Thursday again! Thanks to all who shared last Thursday. It was pointed out to me by YaYa that I may have overshot the lead-in confession, and made everyone feel overwhelmed at trying to top me. I’ll have you know that was the worst thing that I could ever SHARE with you guys, so don’t feel like you have to top that…it’s all downhill from here.

Here’s my confession for today:

I’ve always had trouble staying organized and remembering things. It’s gotten worse, but I finally have recognized my shortcomings and have made some adjustments to the way that I do things to TRY to compensate for them. This story comes from a time when I was probably at my WORST when it came to remembering important things.

About 7 years ago, when my two oldest kids were about 5 and 9, they were latch-key kids. They got off the school bus together at about 3:45, and stayed alone until I got home at about 5:30.

One day in the winter (I remember this, because by the time I got home it was very very dark), I didn’t get my usual phone call when they got home from school. I forgot, at first, that they existed, but then at about 4:30 I remembered that I didn’t get a call, so I began calling. The phone just rang and rang and rang and rang. I wasn’t worried at first, I thought maybe they were just in another part of the house and didn’t hear it. The second or third time I called I decided that they probably had left the phone off of the charger (again) and the battery was dead. I couldn’t leave work to go home and check on them, because I was working on a deadline. When I got off at 5, I had to stop at the grocery store because sometimes I forget that we have to eat EVERY DAY and I hadn’t defrosted anything to cook that evening. Between the time that I walked into the grocery store and walked out, I had pretty much forgotten my concern that the kids hadn’t answered the phone, but I remembered as I walked to my car, in the dark, at 5:45. When I pulled into my driveway, I realized in an instant what was the matter. My house was the only one on the block that was dark. My heart dropped, because I thought for only a moment that the kids weren’t there. Where would they be? It was dark outside. Then, I saw the flashlights coming from inside.

Crap. I forgot to pay the utility bill. The phone was cordless, so with no power, there’s no answering it, or hearing it, or calling your good-for-nothing mother to tell her that it’s dark in the house.

When I opened my car door, I was met by two smiling and excited kids, who couldn’t wait to tell me that the power had been out since they got home, and that they were playing with the flashlights waiting for it to come back on. I didn’t point out to them that all the neighbors’ lights were on, as I grabbed the utility bill out of my desk and locked up the house. We headed to my parents’ house, which was just a half-mile away. I hated to have to walk in their house and remind them of what a loser I was. They wouldn’t be surprised at what I had failed to do, but, damn it, I had worked so hard to make it appear that I was finally in control of things. (In retrospect, I don’t doubt for a minute that they have ALWAYS known that I have never been in control of ANYTHING.)

To make matters worse, when I arrived at my parents’ house, to use their telephone and try to figure my mess out, with lights and heat and such, they had company. My aunt and uncle were visiting. Awesome.

So, when I had to walk in and admit that I had failed to pay my utility bill, the jig was up. And I was exposed in front of “God and everybody” for what I really was.

I called the utility company, and luckily they accepted a check-by-phone. My utilities were turned back on in about an hour.

So, there it is folks. While my utilities haven’t been disconnected since then (that I can remember) I am still that person. I have to work extra hard to remember to do things that you people out there seem to do with such ease. I don’t get it. What’s missing in my brain? How do I get some of it?

Okay, now it’s your turn. And don’t forget, we don’t judge one another on Confession Thursday. 🙂


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Zohrbak is an old email username I had a while's a made-up twist on two characters from Spaceghost. Zorak and Brak. I'm a geek. I am a married, working mother of 4 children, ages 4-15. I also have interests outside of my children, but I can never remember what they are.
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14 Responses to Confesion del Jueves (Confession Thursday) 8/26/10

  1. Aimee says:

    Like last week, I am sitting here trying to think of something I could confess. I can’t think of anything!

    I think maybe I should confess that I don’t remember stuff ‘cuz I really don’t.

    My own children say things to me all the time like, ” Mom, do you remember that time when I did such-and-such, and had a huge (insert any major injury)?” Or “Mom, do you remember when I (insert any important thing)?”

    I usually don’t. I usually have a vague memory of the incident, and MIGHT remember after a lot of discussion about whatever happened.

    I do however remember strange useless details and information that I’ve absorbed from different places. Facts and trivia stick, but things like concussions don’t. Maybe thats why I like to take a lot of pictures. Its replacing what my brain lacks.

    • zohrbak says:

      I have always considered that my least favorite fault. I hate that there are so many things about my kids’ lives that I have forgotten. And on top of that, I was horrible about keeping up with cameras, batteries and film when they were little. Their ‘baby books’ are half-way completed relics of no use to anyone on their wedding day to pass along.

      That’s a good one, I’ll take it.

      • zohrbak says:

        I just realized that that response “least favorite fault” implies that I have a “most favorite fault”. But I’ll have to consider that, before I settle on something.

  2. Pat says:

    I remember that. LOL
    Here goes.
    I was 15 years old. My brother was in Viet Nam and his Korean wife was living with us with a 2yr old until he came home. At that time she could barely speak English, much less drive the perfectly good car under the garage.
    My parents took Yong and Lois to Baton Rouge to my other brother’s house.
    That perfectly good car was sitting unattended, just waiting to be driven. Needless to say, temptation was greater than sense and I called Kenneth (a friend down the street) to go with me to Melville and ride around.
    We went all the way to Cathy Gulino’s (now Soileau) house in Bayou Current!
    On the way home a fan belt broke and we were stranded on the roadside with no clue as to what to do. My parents would be home in a few hours and the perfectly good car was suddenly not so perfect in addition to the fact that it certainly was not safe under the garage.
    Some guy finally stopped and I really don’t remember what we had to do, but it was fixed.
    We hightailed it back home and I really tried to park it in exactly the same position as before.
    Everyone got home about 30 minutes later and I thought I was safe.
    The next day, Yong asked me if I had used the car. It apparently was pulled over a little from before. Of course I had absolutely not used her car since I would never take the car without her permission.
    There it is…I lied. Sorry.

  3. Pat says:

    NOW can we find out who put the Icy Hot on the ceiling?

  4. YaYa says:

    I kicked my daughter out of the house when she was 3! Yep, you heard me right…She pitched a fit b/c we had to leave our neighbor’s house. Said neighbor, had electricity at the time b/c I began reminding her to that it was time to pay it. Anyway…we go home, I was dating my current husband and he was still becoming accustomed to my 3 yr old (who was horribly spoiled, I won’t deny), I put her in the tub and she is still throwing the biggest fit of her life. She proceeds to tell me she doesn’t love me and doesn’t want to be my friend. I told her my job was to be her mom and not her friend, so she says, “Well, I want another mommy!” I was astounded when she said this. So, I ask “Who will be your mommy?” & she says she wants to live with our neighbor. FINE, I say and pick her up out of the tub, wrap her in a towel, open the front door and tell her since she doesn’t want me to be her mommy she is free to leave. At 3, she looks at me and walks out the door. My boyfriend is watching and probably thinking, “This chick is crazy” (which at the time I actually was) We are watching her out the window, sucking her thumb, butt cheeks peeking out from under her towel and she walks to the the neighbors (which was like 8 feet from my front door) and goes in the house. Neighbor calls, “WHAT THE HELL!!” I say just play along, she thinks she wants to live with you. 3 yr old & neighbor have a talk about: belts, Zimbabwe, no toys & rice. Needless to say, she is escorted home by my neighbor & my 3 yr old tells me she’s sorry and then asks me to by her a new barbie doll. Boyfriend is thinking about leaving and never returning…

    • zohrbak says:

      Poor thing…she wanted to stay with me, but I had to tell her all the “bad” things that she would have to do if she didn’t want to be nice to her momma and go home. Do dishes, take out the garbage, feed the dog. She agreed to do all of it. Then I told her that if she wasn’t nice to her momma, we’d have to ship her to Zimbabwe, where all kids who are mean to their momma have to go, where they have no toys and no candy. That was the deal breaker. She finally agreed to go home. 🙂

  5. Aimee says:

    I admit I like it better when the background isn’t white. I liked it dark better. My eyes hurt now.

    And I also admit that I have been missing some posts…and I just found them. I gotta put this page in favorites bc I admit it pisses me off that I was missn them.

    I admit that I want badly to eat a huge cup of chocolate Andy’s Frozen custard right now. With brownies and pecans mixed in. But I won’t because I will soon be a certified personal trainer and a Certified Nutritional Counselor and the guilt would overwhelm me bc what kind of personal trainer eats shit like that? LOL.

    I admit that I need coffee really bad RIGHT now.

    Ok. Thats all. NO, I will not eat the custard. I will not eat the custard.

    • zohrbak says:

      I will work on that tonight. Whatever makes you comfortable, my dear. lol

    • zohrbak says:

      And that’s for posting this under “Confession Thursday.” lol

    • zohrbak says:

      Oh, I only saw the part about the white background the first time.

      Let me tell you how NOT to miss any posts. Subscribe to my blog, by clicking on the button on my page. It will send you an email notice everytime I post. I have never had frozen chocolate custard, but OMG that sounds freaking awesome right now.

      I hate that you are going to be a certified personal trainer because you are already too hot for me to hang out with, but I’m glad that you are going to be certified nutrional counselor, so that you can teach me how to feed my dog. lol

  6. Aimee says:

    LOL….Come to Springfield and I will introduce you to the EVIL of Andy’s Frozen Custard. It’ll be a damn good excuse to eat some. Gotta entertain guests.

    And maybe Chandler would like to hear about the evils of high glycemic carbs….then you’d never be allowed to eat pasta again when I tell him how they ferment in your childrens intestines, and the relationship between high glycemic foods and behavior problems in children. LOL. Okay, so maybe we wont talk abou t that either.

    Since this is confession Thursday, I’ll also say that I admit that I like to call him Chandler when we are talking about negative things….it reminds me of another negative association I have with Chandlers. LOL.

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