My mother was a scatter brain. Honestly, I don't think any of my siblings or myself can count the times we've been forgotten at ballet or wherever we were. My aunt would regularly give me a dime to keep in my ballet bag so I'd be able to call her to have her come pick me up (yep, I had the BEST aunt EVER!). My Mom would be in the middle of something and then totally forget what she was doing. She'd go to the grocery store and come back without the one thing she needed there . . . I have to say that I thought she was disabled. I mean, who could forget THEIR OWN CHILD? Right. There were only eight of us! And two or three were pretty much already gone! And how can you go grocery shopping and forget the dish washing detergent? It's the REASON you went! Yep, I was sort of punky and if you know my mom, well, she just listened to me tell her a thing or two and said she was sorry (sometimes she cried) and I thought, Oh, man, Mom, whe...