This kind, apparently. Today I woke up and looked at the calendar and thought, Hmm, June 22nd. June 22nd…. I know that date means something. Oh!

Today is my anniversary. My husband and I have been married for 19 years. And we both forgot. For the first time ever. What does it mean!?!?

Possibilities:

A. I no longer wear a watch that shows the date.

B. I have a really bad marriage.

C. Children’s sports schedules have wrecked my home life.

D. I’m trying to suppress all memories of my wedding day.

E. I have dementia.

F. The honeymoon is over, as they say.

G. The car is in the shop for the second time in two weeks; we hosted two kids’ parties in the last four days; Middle goes to sleepaway camp on Sunday; Eldest starts summer tennis today; and I spent the whole weekend obsessing about the chocolate pudding* I was going to make for Father’s Day dinner, so I’ve been really, really distracted.

Answers: A, C, G, and maybe a little bit of E on particularly bad days.

And to think that last year, when my mother forgot her anniversary, I actually made fun of her.

*Old-Fashioned Chocolate Pudding from that giant Gourmet cookbook. Worth every second of whisking.

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