The following is a stream of thought I just had over the past few minutes, as best as I can remember.
Oh, I'm glad we figured the camper out and Lyndol was able to fix it. What was I doing? Oh, getting Daniel a drink. This house is such a wreck. I've got to tackle it like a crazy woman tomorrow. Crazy woman...sounds about right. Why am I in the kitchen? Oh yes, the drink. I've got to get all this camp stuff out of the way, and I can't forget to run by the library. And I want to make those muffins and tortillas. Which means I need to pick the blueberries and get out my tortilla maker. I haven't even opened the box yet. I hope it is in there. Oh, shoot! Daniel's drink, not Hannah's. (wrong kind of cup) Laundry. I've got to get that laundry done. I can't even pack until I do at least one load, if not two or three. I can run a load tonight, and I can't forget the dishwasher. Put this in, and this. Soap. And done! Did Hannah wash her eggs? I wonder in anyone needs eggs. "Good night, buddy. (kiss, kiss) "See you in the morning! What? Your drink? I left it on the counter. Be right back" I've got to write a blog post, but what do I have to say. I should just show them what a mess my brain is!
Addendum: When I read my husband this post, he told me he had already gotten a drink for Daniel. Sigh.