ZOOMIES

“Here we go again.” I sighed as I paused the show I was watching, placed the remote on the coffee table and got up from the couch.

My son Alex was walking by and heard me. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Well, now that I’m back to school I notice that after dinner, as soon as I sit down to relax, I remember another thing that I have to do before work tomorrow.” I went into the kitchen and pulled the crock pot out of the cabinet, put it on the counter, and went back to the cabinet to get all the ingredients for the dinner I was planning for the next night. “Are you in the mood for chicken burritos tomorrow night?”

Alex nodded. “That sounds good.”

“Great.” I stacked the ingredients next to the crock pot. “Now I’ll remember to put it all together before I leave for work.”

I went back to the couch and picked up the remote. “Oh, man!” I dropped the remote on the couch and headed for my work bag. “Did I remember to put those files back?”

I grabbed my bag that was next to the front door and began going through it. “Nope. I must have left them on my desk.” I went down to my office and sure enough the files were on my desk. I scooped them up and went back to my bag to put them in.

Alex was watching me as I raced past him to put the files back in my bag.

“What else have I forgotten?” I complained as I went back to the couch and picked up the remote only to drop it once again. “I forgot to take the laundry from the washer and put it in the dryer.” I sighed as I headed to the laundry room.

Minutes later when I came back to the couch Alex was already sitting there, the remote in his hand. “You ready to settle down for the night?” he laughed holding the remote out to me.

I shook my head as I took the remote from him. “Who knows!” I looked around before I sat down. “I feel like I have the zoomies!”

Alex laughed. “Isn’t that what dogs and cats get?”

“I’m pretty sure people can have them, too.” I heard the beep from the dishwasher letting me know the cycle was done. “Yup.” I dropped the remote and stood up again. “I need to unload that so I can get the rest of the dinner dishes that were left in the sink put in.”

As I headed for the kitchen I looked over my shoulder. “Do you want anything while I’m in the kitchen?”

Alex shook his head. “Nope.”

I began pulling glasses off the top rack and placed them in the cabinets. Once the dishwasher was unloaded and then reloaded I thought I was finally finished with the chores. “Oh, come on!” I cried as I looked over at my lunch bag that was sitting on the counter top.

“What?” Alex called.

“I forgot to make my lunch for tomorrow.”

I went to the refrigerator and looked inside. “Well, nothing was left over from dinner.” I pulled open the drawer we kept the lunch meats in. “Nope, we’re out of cold cuts.” I looked over at my car keys. “I guess I could run to the grocery store.”

Alex had walked into the kitchen. “Or you could always pick up a lunch on your way into work tomorrow.” He held out the television remote to me. “Now go sit and relax! Your zoomies are making me tired.”

I looked over at him and smiled as I took the remote. “You always have the best ideas!”