Mom Remembers Everything! Mostly.

December is a very busy month for my family: it is the busy season at our family-run ranch, with Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve being our busiest days, as well as a total of six different birthdays happening throughout the month.

My mother is just getting off-shift when she approaches me.

Mom: “[My Name], did you get something for [Older Brother]’s birthday yet? It’s next week.”

Me: “I know.”

Mom: “And then it’s your birthday, and [Cousin #1], and then [Cousin #2] and [Uncle] are back to back days. I hope you got your shopping done already!”

Me: “I already got them things. How about you?”

Mom: “Oh, yes, I bought everyone’s presents months ago; you know me!”

Me: *Chuckles* “So, are you and Dad going out tonight or what? Just so [Brother] and I know to leave the gate open?”

Mom: *Raising an eyebrow* “What do you mean? Why would we be going anywhere?”

Me: “Because it’s December first.”

Mom pauses as she realizes what I’ve just said.

Mom: “Oh, s***!”

Me: “Did you seriously just forget your own husband’s birthday?”

She had.