Meredith Grey and I have a lot in common. But not really.

I totally forgot to put make-up on yesterday.  And I went all the way to Alex's ortho appointment like that.  With just moisturizer on my face.  Out in public for all the world to see. 

The day before that, I forgot to put on deodorant, and I realized it when I was glancing around the checkout aisle at the grocery store trying to figure out who had a less than fragrant armpit, and it occurred to me that it was me.  It was my armpit that was less than fragrant.  Out in public for all the world to smell.

And then last week, I messed up my entire shower routine.  Like you know how you get in the shower, wash your face, then wash your body, then wash your hair?  Well, I totally screwed up and started washing my hair first.  Then I was like, well now how am I going to make this right?  How am I supposed to wash my face after my hair?  What if my facial scrub gets in my hair then I have to re-wash?  Gah!

It was quite a dilemma.

The point is guys, I am pretty sure I have early onset Alzheimer's.  Like Meredith Grey.  Of Grey's Anatomy.  And that is nothing to joke about.  All of the forgetting stuff was why I was thinking that Meredith Grey and I have a lot in common then I remembered that I'm not a doctor.  And I don't live in Seattle with a brain sugeon with lustrous black hair and a bunch of my medical student friends that seem to have a ton of crazy sex everywhere in the world.  And I definitely am not a skinny twig with an oddly shaped face.  But I was thinking why else have I been so forgetful?

I guess it could be that I am tired and have been sleeping kind of bad.  I have had a sick kid or sick husband every week for what seems like a lot of weeks in a row.  And their sickness involved them thoughtlessly noisily hacking up a lung all night long.  Even after lots of good anti-hack meds.  I would have taken a few choice meds myself, but then my mom ears would be off, and I need my mom ears on in case anyone cries or falls out of bed.

Alex never wakes up when someone cries or falls out of bed.  Well, actually, he is really good at pretending he didn't wake up.  Then the next morning when he hops out of bed all chipper and well rested, he's like, "Oh you were up eleventeen times with Brooke last night??  You're such a great mother.  Why do you look like you're going to stab me in the eyeball with a fork?"

And then I stifle my urge to stab him in the eyeball with a fork.

So I have it narrowed down to either (a) I have early onset Alzheimer's, (b) I'm just exceptionally tired, or (c)  I'm not very young anymore.  And the truth is, people get a little forgetful when they aren't very young anymore.

Young = remembering to put on your makeup, remembering your deoderant and remembering how your shower routine has gone for your entire life.

Y is for forever Young.