I’m used to losing things and being scattered. I’ve often joked about my “early onset dementia” and how I won’t even know when I start losing my mind because I’m the frog in the pot of water coming to a boil.
I’ve been all kinds of productive today. I’ve thrown away a TON of crap, broken a mop, done 2 loads of laundry…except that would have been 3 loads. Were it not for the fact that I put the clothes in the washer and forgot to turn it on. TWICE. With two different loads of clothes. That’s two times. In one day.
But here’s the part where I’m ready to throw up my hands and cry uncle. I’ve made the same brand of gluten free pizza crust I don’t even know how many times. (Obviously I don’t know how many times, I don’t know what happened yesterday.) Today, I swear the directions are different.
There’s this bit in there after pre-heating the oven and mixing everything that you’re supposed to cover and let rise for 20 minutes? WHAT? Since when? Ok, they must have changed something or whatever but ok, I can follow directions. I covered the bowl, turned the oven off, set a timer for 20 minutes and went about my life.
Timer goes off, dough goes into pan, pan goes into oven. Set the timer for 22 minutes, as the directions say to cook for 20-25 minutes. I’ve got this, right? I check the dough at 22 minutes when the timer goes off and it’s way not done. So I was puzzled but ok, we’re not eating it like this so I set the timer for 5 minutes. Still really doughy. 5 more minutes. Are you kidding me? At this rate, we’re never going to eat.
And then I see the problem.
I forgot to turn the oven back on.