Certain combinations do not work well together. I am a self confessed obsessive compulsive cleaner; combine this with a dash of forgetfulness, and you have a crazy woman running around in a clean house looking for things.
Recently, we revamped our furniture. The kids are grown up and less likely to spill, soil or tear or doodle on the walls. All these years, our upholstery was in various shades of brown. Shades that effectively camouflaged chocolate and all other kinds of stains.
When our new furniture arrived, I put away everything and arranged all the pieces. A place for everything and everything in its place. Or so I thought.
This last week, I had to burn some music on a DVD. This was my last thought before I slept that night. I put a reminder on my phone for 6 am in the morning.
When my phone reminded me, I walked straight to the cupboard where the blank DVDs are kept.
Unconsciously, I had gone to the place where the old cupboard containing the DVDs used to be. In my state of semi-sleep, I was shocked. Where was the cupboard? It took a few seconds for the fog to clear. Oh yeah, new furniture and all that. I sighed in relief.
But then, a few seconds later I realized that I could not remember where I had kept the DVDs.
So opening and closing cupboards, the crazy hunt began. So many things neatly organized, but no sign of the DVDs. I had to go buy new ones.
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A few days later I found them safely tucked away, in a carton, with other cables and remote controls.
What’s to blame ? My cleaning skills or my memory. I decided to blame it on trying to start a day without coffee.