Alzheimers

So I am at work. It has been very busy and this is my 6th shift in seven days so needless to say I am tired and my house is messy. I am in report...this is where day shift nurses report off to night shift nurses so we can continue care. Anyway, report is almost finished (it's about 630 pm or 1830 army/nurse time) when I get a call from my husband who is in Walmart. He has just run into our neighbor who tells him she will be seeing him at our home in about an hour. What? he says...Why?...Well, the Relief Society book club is meeting there tonight she tells him. That's funny he says because my wife is working tonight. So this is what he interrupts my report to tell me, whoops, she is mixed up I say...Book club is the FOURTH Thursday of the month I tell him...long...quiet...pause...It is the fourth Thursday of the month he tells me...my heart is pounding, I feel chest pain, SOB (not what you think, it means Shortness of Breath in nursing lingo!) and maybe even pain in my left arm! No time for a heart attack now!!!! I shout at him...Call the boys...tell them to clean! Quick! Now! I hang up the phone and turn to my co-workers...Seeing as how all the blood has drained from my face they ask me what's wrong. I hurriedly tell them my story, we rearrange patient assignments and I head home...fast! I arrive to see my kids slowly picking up books, socks, shoes and a game of UNO. I wish my best cleaner, daughter #1, McKenzi wasn't babysitting tonight! No I yell...not like that...I pick up as many items as my arms can hold and toss the lot into my bedroom. The kids look frightened but copy me. I call my husband as I am supposed to have refreshments and ask him to bring cookies and drink home. Next we are all Vacuuming, windexing, dusting, mopping Kitchen tile, polishing wood floors and wiping down the powder room (Someone is bound to have to pee!). It is about 7:10 (or 1910) the doorbell rings. What?????? Mormon standard time is LATE not Early! I answer the door to see two men from my ward. We set up a time to visit next week, (I have my scrub pants rolled up to my knees to mop floors, they were kind enough not to stare!) But when I think the conversation is over one of them asks me about OB stuff...specifically...what is involved in an NST...Well I guess I am pretty rude because I tell them come on in and I will tell you! It's raining outside and their shoes are muddy so they have to take them off, they follow me into the house and politely stand in my family room as I mop and tell them in a panting breath (because I'm rushing....what a workout!) about NST's, not a very good explanation either because I can't think of anything else except the people about to arrive and I'm not ready! In the middle of the explanation I yell at Emma to bring in fans in to dry the floors (If the guests see wet floors, they will know I just mopped...can't have that!) It's 7:20 (1920) and my husband arrives, the gentleman (who now believe me to be a crazy lady) leave and McKay unveils my refreshments...Milano cookies...not bad and a gallon jug of Great Value drinking water....Uggggggg! Not even a lemon to dress it up...heck...water comes out of the tap too you know!!!! Well it's 7:32 and I sit and try to calm my breathing while rolling my damp pant legs back down...I did it!!!! I hear my husband exclaim "What happened in here?" as he enters our now, very messy room (as the family room mess has now been transferred to our bedroom). The Kids have been exiled to the basement, cookies and water are displayed as nicely as possible on shiny clean granite. The yummy smelly candle is burning and a copy of discussion questions are in my hand. The picture of domestic bliss I turn on some light music and sigh...A few minutes pass...no knocks...no doorbell...it's 7:38 (1938) Is anyone coming?...7:40...Is it really the 4th Thursday of the Month? 7:42 (my clocks are a little fast) The door bell rings. It's my neighbor who ran into McKay at the store...Should I thank her for saying something to him...I could be at work right now...blissfully ignorant? Five minutes slip by...ding dong...yea...I have the boring doorbell...one more sister arrives...well...what can I say...that's it...the three of us discussed the book...then we talked of having babies (my neighbor is preggos!) and then it is over! Worth it? I don't know but I guess I saved face. My kids were rewarded with all the cookies and water they could eat...and I went back to work...I hope my hubby will take care of me in about 10 more years when assume by then I won't even remember who he is...