garbage day

So it doesn't happen every week, but maybe every other week. I am lying in bed, but still slightly awake after the hubby leaves for work. In a half comatose state I hear the garbage truck rumbling house to house. I remember that the trash can is still on the side of the house. So I jump up throw on some pants a jacket and whatever shoes are by the front door and run to beat the truck. Today was that day, I have yet to miss the garbage truck. Knock on wood. At this point I only dream of being on the ball and remembering on wed. night and not Thursday morning. Ha, and then at six a.m. I would still be dreaming.
I am sure no one else has this problem of momnesia, forgetfulness brought on by being a mom, ha ha. See you can blame everything on someone else. It is the babies fault I forgot to take out the trash. . . hmmm. . .