“Did you bring her glasses?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “We were going to the dentist.”
Which makes total sense in context. Sadly, my husband had only told the woman on the other end of the phone that we were running late, not why, which explains why she looked at me like I was completely nuts.
Throughout the appointment, I wondered how I’d managed to write “dentist” on my calendar rather than “eye.” I must really be slipping, I thought.
Eventually, hours after we made it back home, I remembered to check. It turns out that I had written “eye” next to the time and the Girl’s name. What I’d done was simply forget how to read for a split-second. Or maybe my eyes need to be checked again, too.
Adrienne Martini is a freelance writer, instructor at the State University College at Oneonta, mom to Maddy and Cory, wife to Scott, and author of “Sweater Quest.” Her columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/parentingimperfect.