One of the most bewildering aspects of motherhood: The Mommy Brain. Here is a post from an earlier blog of mine… a tribute to Mommy Brain!
I forget things. My brain can’t handle the complexity that was once the norm. Multi-tasking–forget about it. I sign in to the computer only to forget what I was planning to do. I start conversations only to forget my point. I have brilliant, revolutionary ideas only to have them quickly slip my mind.
As a child, I remember my Dad asking me something and me telling him, “Oh, I forgot,” which he religiously followed with, “What does ‘forgot’ start with?” Me: “An ‘F.'” Him: “Well then, that’s your grade for the day.”
Sounds a little harsh maybe, but it carried enough weight for me to up my game a little bit. Be more responsible. Take care of business. So, I became more organized. Began writing lists, which I come by naturally, genetically. I wrote grocery lists for my mom on my scented, colored, wide-ruled notebook paper, complete with a heading at the top. I created an intricate spreadsheet of our chores on the back of my bedroom door. If you wanted something, you had to pay for it, and you could earn 25 cents for a load of laundry, for the dishes, or for vacuuming. I had my mom initial each one as I completed it. Yes, I was in elementary school, but I liked structure, order, routine. My husband enjoys these stories because it gives him a glimpse into my childhood and the nerd within me. His particular favorite: I was the school librarian’s assistant for 5 years in elementary school. I voluntarily skipped recess and stayed late after school to do this. The bookshelf in my bedroom at home was arranged alphabetically in categories, including fiction, non-fiction, biography, and so on. The neighborhood kids could check books out, yes, but a fining system was also a part of the infrastructure. In other words, “forgetting” was not an option.
Yesterday, Mommy Brain reached a whole new level. I was talking to my husband on my cell phone while I was walking through my office building. We ended our conversation and said our good-byes. Several minutes later, I reached my car in the parking lot only to realize I was still holding the phone up to my ear… with no one on the other end. At that moment I realized that I’ve hit rock bottom.
With the onset of Pregnancy Brain, and now Mommy Brain, it looks like this straight-A student is going to be spending some time on the B-Honor Roll for a while.