Since the engagement, I have lost my mind. At the very least, the parts of my mind that allowed me to be a fully functioning member of the human race have gone into hibernation.
I have become a moron.
From the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep, I think about wedding planning. This leaves little time during the day to remember how to do things such as walk up the stairs properly (without falling) or park in the parking garage (without hitting big, green, support columns). And yes, I have done both.
Normally I am the one who has the common sense. Not so much any more. Last night, after I took a bath and had drained the tub, Deming decided she wanted to investigate the empty, semi-wet bathtub. Adam says to me, "What do you think would happen if I turned on the spa jets?" Normally I would have said, "No way. Do NOT turn on those jets." This time, I say, "I dunno, try it." He pushed the button and from 4 different directions, a combination of not just air, but loud water and air sprayed the cat. We had a soaking wet cat who couldn't get traction on the slippery tub to get out and she was pissed. Why on earth would I have said ok to that?
Today I lost my contact waaaaaaay up in my eyelid while at Target. Not sure how that happens. My eye was tearing up like crazy and I was blindly trying to find it with no luck. I looked at Adam and said, "HELP ME!" He looked confused (and rightfully so). I'm not even quite sure what I expected him to do. Was he supposed to dig around in my eye in the glassware aisle?
At this rate, I am afraid that I may forget to put on pants in the morning before work or may attempt to put two pairs on. I may need (daily) gentle reminders to keep me in line. Hopefully soon enough I will get back to normal and no longer have to ask "What on earth did I just do that for?"
