Apparently, baby brain has set in with a vengeance. This evening I lost our supper.
Earlier this afternoon I ran downstairs to retrieve a casserole from the freezer. I thought I set the casserole on the kitchen counter to thaw. At five o'clock I went to put our supper in the microwave. But where was the casserole? It had vanished into thin air.
These days I often function on autopilot, but until this evening I had never misplaced an entire meal. I searched the house high and low.
"Did you look inside the microwave?" my helpful husband suggested, "How about the fridge? Did you put it in the dishwasher?"
After several minutes of furious searching, I finally found the long lost casserole ...
On top of the washing machine.