you always hear tales of terror from experienced moms when you become pregnant about pregnancy brain and it’s ugly cousin mom brain. when i was pregnant with jonas, i talked about forgetting what paper was and similarly embarrassing things.
i was sort of hoping, that you know, i never regained any of my brain cells after having jonas that i would be spared this time around. that i’d already start out batting low on the order, but i could stand my ground and earn my spot on the field.
this new child done kicked me to the bench.
my memory, which was once so perfect and shiny and amazing, no longer exists. if i don’t literally write it down immediately, it’s gone forever. or until next tuesday when i remember that i never put the eggs in the fridge while unloading groceries.
i’ve wondered around aimlessly, trying to figure out why i’m in a certain store. and this past week? i walked into the supply closet at work confused why the toilet was gone. because doesn’t everyone go to the bathroom in the supply closet instead of IN THE BATHROOM ACROSS THE HALL?
thank goodness i realized my error before it was too late, and i’d have some ‘splaining to do.