Sunday, April 03, 2016
The other morning, I was driving in the car with the baby asleep in the back seat -- yes, we had another baby -- and I wanted to call my husband. In that moment, I realized that I don't know his phone number off the top of my head. It made me laugh out loud that I couldn't think of his number or even our landline number, but I still remembered my mother's cell phone number.
Only, when I really thought about it, I couldn't remember her number. I do remember my grandmother's old phone number, and the phone number for our house in Florida, and my work and cell phone numbers. I even remember our phone number from the house in New Jersey when I was 12. But I can't remember my mother's number anymore. Over the last eight years, my brain left it behind. I guess it needed to free up space for details about pediatrician's appointments, preschool teachers' names, and what time we need to leave to be on time for gymnastics.
Also, when I think of it, I really do know my husband's number - it just takes me a minute. But really, what's the point when all I have to do is push a button and the phone dials for me?