Oh, the joys

For the past several months I have been extremely scatterbrained and forgetful. Those of you who have been pregnant will recognize this as "pregnancy brain." Those of you who haven't and are skeptical...don't be. I didn't believe it either. Oh was I wrong.

Every day I have to search my entire apartment for my textbooks, notebooks, and shoes. I have found them in the weirdest places. Once, it was a cupboard. I also can't find my watch. It's probably in the freezer or somewhere ridiculous like that.

Today was the worst episode I've had thus far.

At least this story has a happy ending.

This afternoon I had an hour break between two of my classes. I was sitting in the hallway studying for a test, but I was getting hungry. So, I went upstairs to the vending machine (I'd neglected to pack enough snacks to get my through all my classes...surprised?) to get a little something. I had my phone in my hand as I walked up the stairs, and I thought I put it in my pocket (like I always do) when I got to my destination. Apparently, I didn't. I put down my bag to get out some money and must have set my phone on the floor next to it without realizing it (I thought it was in my pocket). I got my food, picked up my stuff, and went back to the hallway outside my classroom.

After studying for a few minutes and eating my muffin, I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone and check how much time was left before my next class would start. No phone. I checked my other pocket, the floor all around me, my bags...no phone. The last time I could remember having it was when I was walking up the stairs about 10 minutes before. So I retraced my steps. As I approached the vending machines I could see that there was no phone on the ground, but there were two freshman boys standing there. One was holding a phone that they were both studying rather closely. When I got closer I recognized that it was, indeed, mine. The poor boys were so relieved that I remembered I'd left it and come back to look for it. They were about to start texting my friends to try to find me. They were nice boys, they said that all they could think of to do was take it to the lost and found. I'm glad I remembered before they did, because that would have just been more of a headache trying to track down the lost and found in that building.