Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Why I Won't be Smoking Dope

Not sure if you've heard, but pot/weed/dope/marijuana is now legal in the state of Colorado. There are stores and growers sprouting up all over the place. (Sorry - couldn't resist.) Since over 50% of Americans apparently think that the stuff should be made legal, it's very probable that more and more states will follow Colorado.

Over the past few days I've been hearing quite a few experts weighing in on what the trends might be in terms of who smokes it. I was quite surprised to hear that soccer-moms might very well light up once they've managed to wrangle all the kids into bed. You know? Just to unwind; much in the way they currently have a glass of wine or three, but without the calories.

Really? Moms with kids? The ones that have to be up with the larks, and organized?

I can tell you one thing right now, I won't be joining those ranks. Not out of any moral righteousness on my part (although I can't stand the smell of the stuff) but because pot is known to affect memory. In fact , according to one expert, "It's fairly common for people who are using marijuana regularly to complain that their ability to think clearly is impaired - to remember, to organize their thoughts, to follow through with multi-tasking."

As it is, I quite often need something in the "other fridge" (you know, the twenty year old one no longer in the kitchen) so I walk there, passing through our family room to do so. Once in the family room, I'm struck by the sheer abundance of Lego bits and pieces scattered around so I immediately coerce the ten year old into picking it up off the floor, and go and get him a container to put them in. Then I make my way to the room where the old fridge is. I know that's where I need to be but I can't for the life of me remember why; I can't even go back to my original position, as you do,  because I allowed myself to be Lego-distracted on the way.

In a house like mine, with four floors, it's a miracle if I ever get to where I need to be. There are distractions like dirty socks, and shoes that need to be put away, at the bottom of every flight of stairs, turning any journey into a multi-tasking crusade. Inevitably, when I get to my bedroom on the top floor, I'm still laden down with stuff that should have been dropped off on the way, and obviously I can't remember why I needed to come upstairs in the first place.

No, I don't think I'll be joining the ranks of the toking moms while I still need to function at a basic level. It's bad enough as it is!


  1. The real problem is, it stinks. A chardonnay, never.

  2. I so know what you mean. When I had three young kids, by the end of the day I didn't know who needed to be diapered/nose wiped/medicine given/head combed for lice/put to bed/given a time-out/read to/snuggled with/patched together with Band-aids. By 10 a.m. (yes, that's an "a," not a "p,") I felt like a rag and I'm not sure I could have told you my own name (months of 2 hours of sleep a night didn't help--don't they say that sleep helps with memory? The opposite must also be true.) So, I can relate! No weed in this house, at least for this mother (and if I can help it, everybody else!).

  3. Well even after the children are tucked up in bed, it is best to be alert in case of accident, sickness, fire or other catastrophe!
    As you know its illegal here but that doesn't stop it happening judging by the way the media reacts.
    Best to leave it alone!
    The distractions get worse with age, I can assure you. Everything takes longer because of it!
    Maggie x

    Nuts in May

  4. I am so with Maggie on this one. What are you going to tell the people at A&E? "Sorry, I'm too stoned to fill in this form/talk to you/hold my child"?

  5. Yes, that's all I need to. I can't remember where I leave my keys each day. And they are in the same spot. x

  6. I'm slow enough on the update and memory as it is, I need something in the other direction if its been invented yet!


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