It happens to the best of us. You are a with-it, organized, responsible woman one day...you get preggo and OUT THE WINDOW it goes! I seriously blame my kids. My mind could not be more distracted. It is going in a billion directions. I recently received a fwd from a friend with an article claiming there is research/proof that pregnant women become more forgetful. Yes, and after pregnancy...it continues...at least with me it has. I hope that at some point I will get my brain back. But for your entertainment, here are some examples of my Mommy Brain...
- Daisy has reminded me several times (accidently...not knowing I had forgotten) that I needed to punish her.
- Isaac will be fussy while I am fixing dinner. I will tell Daniel when he gets home from work, "I don't know why he is so fussy! I mean, he has been like this for 30 straight minutes. This is not like him. I hope he doesn't have an ear infection. I wonder if he is tired..." After exhausting all the possible not-so-obvious options Daniel asks as gingerly as possible, "When was the last time he ate?" My eyes get big, I slap my forehead and start running toward the poor starving baby apologizing. UGH (...this has happened more than once..please don't call the authorities).
- I almost burned my house down (see the post "where there is smoke").
- I have been driving down the road and noticed Daisy's chest strap is wonkey (crooked and just not right). Then it dawns on me I have not finished buckling her into her car seat. Once she even said, "MOM! YOU FORGOT MY SEAT BELT!" This has happened more times than I can count on 2 hands. I am just not safe! I have asked Daisy to help me remember to buckle her in!
- I seem to have problems at the bank. I attempted 3 separate times to cash some checks. First, I arrived and couldn't find my ID. I had pulled it out at the light just before I turned into the bank...but when I arrived POOF it was gone! I parked the car and searched for 10 minutes KNOWING it was in there somewhere. (Didn't find it till my 3rd attempt of looking after I got home. It was under my seat...but it was NOT there when I looked the first 100 times). Second, I didn't have Daniel sign the checks written to him (thought with a shared account it didn't matter) that I wanted to cash. Third, they were signed but since he was not in the car with me I could not cash them. (In my defense I am part of a generation that uses cards, online accounts, atms and so on! Rarely checks and hardly the real bank!)
- One more bank brain fart: I went to get the cash for the month and everything went smoothly...until I arrived at Walmart and realized I had swiped the tube carrier. It was just chillin' in the passenger seat. I imagined the lady on the speaker as I initially pulled away, "MA'AM! MRS. JONES! You have our....oh well." I had to take it back...so embarrassing!
- I have attempted to put water in a bottle with NO drop in pouch. (Meaning it is running through a tube of a bottle and spilling out the bottom).
- I was having one of those no-plans, everyone-still-in-their-pajamas, dishes-piled-high-like a-Jenga-game, house-looks-like-an earth-quake-has-shaken- everything-we-own -to-the-floor days. I was looking rough and greasy. I was in my pj's and had not showered. I was feeding Isaac and Daisy was watching TV laid out on the cough with legs propped up and hair a mess...when there was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" I thought. It was not maintenance, they knock much louder. As I peeked through the peep hole I saw my friend Heather....THAT I HAD CALLED MONDAY TO SET UP A LUNCH APT WITH AT MY HOUSE SO WE COULD HANG OUT TODAY! I gasped and blushed before I even opened the door and glanced behind me to see what she would be greeted with...yuck. All I could do was apologize profusely. She was so kind. She had bought us lunch to eat. I quickly threw the kids down for a nap and we had a nice visit. It was SO embarrassing.
Really the list goes on and on. But you just have to laugh it off and be thankful your children are still alive! I still have "mama's eyes" going for me...I can find ANYTHING (just like my mom used to be able to do) except for my stinkin' ID at the bank. :)
Please join me in this and comment on your "Mommy Brain" moments. :) Surely I am not alone!