This is a true story. I kid you not.
I haven’t even changed the names to protect the reputation of your humble blogger.
This morning, I dropped Caroline off at school and headed to the Mt. Vernon Trail to run. I should back up and say that before we left the house, I had my sunglasses on my desk and gave myself a mental note to get them before leaving. So anyway, as I was driving along, with the sun shining in my face, I silently cursed myself for forgetting my sunglasses.
But then, as I stopped at a red light, I said to myself, ‘Oh hey, wait a minute, I have my back up sunglasses in the glove compartment.’
Ever so proud of my preparedness, I leaned over, got the back up pair from the glove compartment and tried to put them on.
Except, I couldn’t.
I was actually having trouble putting on sunglasses. Now, I certainly don’t consider myself a genius or a person of many talents, but I can most certainly put sunglasses on my face in an effective manner.
And then it occurred to me why I was having so much trouble with such a perfunctory task.
I was having trouble because I already had my other sunglasses on!
You have no idea how much I wish this were a fabricated story. But, alas, it is not. It’s the truth.
The honest to goodness, Alison-is-a-total-space-cadet-and-it’s-a-wonder-she’s-managed-to-keep-herself-or-her-child-alive-for-this-long, truth.