We all know it. Like a 12 story drop from West Edmonton Mall’s Drop of Doom. Let me point out that I was no where near a mall, and completely grounded when my heart sunk yesterday. In case you haven’t guessed yet, this is Nathan and I’m a Forgetful Person (I imagine a crowd chanting back “Hi Nathan”). I’ve tried to deny it over the years, even work on it, but if you ask my family, friends or colleagues they all have a story of when I have misplaced, lost, deserted or forgotten some event, something, someone. Alas my past is littered with lost sweatshirts, countless searches for keys and one terrible terrible frantic search for a 2 year-old in a department store-or more recently a parking stub.

Ever stick your hand in your pocket and find money you’d forgotten about? This is the exact opposite. Several hours after being dropped off ever so sweetly by my wife and children I was strolling down a hallway lost in my thoughts about something or other only to be interrupted by a what’s that? Imagine my surprise when I pulled out the parking stub. Picture my face as I ground to a halt realizing what this meant–first for my wife and then slowly following-for me. Several hours had past so it was highly highly unlikely she was still trapped in the parking lot. So I pondered what she must have done, er rather, gone through to get out. Trapped in a busy and fixed schedule for the day I carried on and as you may have guessed forgotten about the whole thing.

That is until I called home, with the utmost of concern for my ailing wife, to check in. No details are necessary. “Read my blog” was part of the conversation. I came home fully exposed for the absent-minded person I am on the internet some crying for flesh and punishment, others for bribery and reward.

I cooked dinner tonight. Cleaned the kitchen (and 3 days of dishes) and the living room. Penance. Oh and did I mention the gross gross amount of money I spent on my wife’s new camera? Please internet give me redemption.