Absent Minded Morning

When I asked Matt what he wanted to drink with his breakfast, he replies, "Orange juice." I pour him a glass of milk. "Mom, what are you doing?" I don't know.

I headed downstairs to grab a bag of chips for Matt's lunch, then stood in front of the basement's pantry wondering why I was there in the first place.

Then I approach the refrigerator. Open it. I gaze at the unorganized Rubbermaid containers scattered everywhere. Then realize I needed a coffee filter and I wasn't going to find it there.

If this describes today's morning I fear the afternoon.......