If Mama has to stop in the middle of her morning routine to settle an argument about Y1 using Y2’s shampoo, she might forget where she left off in the process. She will have to make the “I don’t use your toiletry items. If you get low on the things you use, please tell me. I’m at the grossery store at least once a week and oh, by the way, when I made a BIG StuffMart run a couple of weeks ago, you said you didn’t need anything!” statement for the 230,000th time. She’ll go back to the bathroom and try to remember where she left off…the hairbrush in her hand out to be a clue, right?
And if the alarm goes off while Mama’s getting dressed, she’ll leave the bathroom to go see what’s going on. She’ll realize that it’s doing the same thing it did last week…at 3 AM…9 AM is sooooooooo much more civilized. She gets the alarm to hush and then she goes back to the bathroom…“What was I doing?” The toothbrush hanging out of her mouth ought to be a clue, right?
And when the alarm goes off, AGAIN, while Mama’s getting dressed, she’ll leave the bathroom to go see what’s going on…again. This time, she calls the alarm company. While talking to the nice lady at the alarm company, Mama tries to find her shoes. That pair she keeps tripping over ought to be a clue.
And if two nice men from the alarm company have to come to the house to make the alarm behave, Mama will have to run around and make the path from the garage to the laundry room like she gives a rip. She hasn’t had time to fold the laundry because she’s been working on her hook shot, remember?
And after the two nice men from the alarm company wire the system to a new battery...even though the one from last week was supposed to be a new battery...Mama will grab her purse, phone, keys and lunch bag and head out the door to work. She'll spend a few minutes looking for her keys (the ones in her hand) and then she'll feel silly for being so silly.
And when Mama is about three blocks from work, she will realize that she's forgotten to do something. Oh...deodorant...deodorant is a very good thing. Luckily, she's right by the grossery store...they sell deodorant.
And shampoo. Which is where this all began.
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