when i was a kid, and even on into my mid-teens, the following would happen several times a week (especially in the summer, when i'd do more household errands).

my mom would tell me to go down into the basement and bring something upstairs for her, usually a couple of items. i'd get down there, grab one of the things, and completely blank out on the other x items i was supposed to get. i'd go upstairs with one or two things, hope they were right, and ask what else she needed. even when i tried really hard to remember, i almost never did.

also, i am turning into a bit of a football fan once again. life is cyclical.