Too many things.
Sometimes my mind is like a sieve. (just stir it, Una)

It's one of the recurring arguments that Husband and I seem to have. I'll have something that needs to be done, and I'll be all over it. I'll write it in my diary, I'll put it on the fridge, I'll write it on my hand, and I'll walk away going "Yes. I will do that thing that is very important..." and by dinner time that night as we are all sitting around the table, talking about our day; Husband will look over and say "Hey Sass, did you do that very important thing today?"  and I'll freeze like a deer caught in headlights, because No. No, I did not do that thing that I promised sixteen billion times that I was going to do.

I think he thinks I'm being careless or deliberately not doing it and I promise on everything, it isn't that at all.
My attention span is minimal, and oh look, a pretty kitchen on Pinterest over here.

The kids needed to see a dentist the other week. Teeny's teeth were hurting, and LM needed to have a check up. Husband reminded me at least 20 times and every single time I'd forget. Which is awful. My child was in pain, and I forgot to call someone to take that pain away for her.
In the end, he took care of the whole thing and arranged appointments for the kids, and I was left feeling guilty. I'm their mum. That's my job to do that stuff.

Perhaps there is something missing in my brain?
Important forms, meetings, paying bills, sometimes even fun social things get forgotten about, but ask me what I was wearing on September 3rd, 2012 and I would probably be able to tell you.
I've NEVER forgotten an argument that the husband and I have had, and I could tell you word for word what he said. (Hint: He was wrong, I was right, he apologised and everything was alright in the world.)

I've taken to setting little alarms on my phone for everything... including the 2.45pm alarm that reminds me to collect my child from school.....

I'd be lying if I said I didn't need that.