This past Sunday, I celebrated my 33rd birthday. Not a very significant birthday, just another run of the mill day. Birthday cards were received, a cookie cake was purchased, balloons played with by my kids.

But the one thing that seems to be sticking with me is what I tend to forget over a course of a day, a week, a month. Slowly, as I get older and the kids get older, I seem to be losing my memory. I seem to be forgetting what my brain is deeming the little stuff.

My voicemail at work said I was on vacation for about a month after I came back from vacation. Every day, I would sit down at my desk and make my to-do list, and every day I would forget to put “update voicemail” on my list.

I am even forgetting events such as my friend’s jewelry party. I told her I would go, put it on my calendar, even made sure her husband would be home to watch my kids. I utterly and completely forgot about it until she called me around 8 p.m. that night wondering where in the heck I was.

I have birthday cards sitting in my van, waiting to be mailed. I think Ashley needed a brown paper bag for school, but now I can’t recall if she really did or if possibly that was some other child that needed it. Maybe a neighbor was talking about it? Did Ashley really need it? If I sent one in now and they needed it a week ago, how bad would that look?

I know really deep down it’s not my memory. It’s the overload of information I am keeping between my schedule, my kids’ schedules, my husbands schedules. My girlfriend and I were talking about how our brains are just maxed out, completely full and are rejecting any new information.

How about you? Are you as forgetful as me?

Amy appears Wednesdays on TriangleMom2Mom. Read more about Amy at her blog A Family Story.