Walking Backwards

Why is it that I can remember 32 different ways of conjugating a Latin verb, but I can't remember to put the white beans in the crockpot to soak overnight? And why do I always, always end up wearing two different socks? I'm worrying that as I get older the little bits of daily life that make everything run smoothly and that ensure for domestic bliss are silently slipping out of my mind. Or maybe they have been demoted in importance behind watching Grey's Anatomy on the computer while eating grapes and sipping tea with no lemon because I forgot it. I have to admit that I have become a little frustrated with myself. I am a OCD, crazy, detail-oriented, type-A personality after all, I should be able to handle this, this multi-tasking distraction stuff. Is there a finite limit on the amount that one person's brain can hold? Does remembering to vote yesterday (and remembering the research on all the candidates and propositions) mean that I am going to miss question 7 on the exam I have on Friday because the voting stuff needed a little more room and just pushed that little part out? I hope not. I just can't believe how much there is to juggle sometimes. A friend once told me something that helped and that made me pause for reflection as my mind dumped out my son's social security number, that life isn't the juggling act, it's the balancing act. So more balancing act ahead it seems as I was just accepted into big people four-year college and received a letter from the head of the Anthropology department about my application specifically, apparently they were impressed. I hope that I can find not only what I can do but also what is best to do and what I can be okay with not doing.