May 4, 2013 by rebeccaannemarshall
Mom brain. I have got to talk about it, resistance in futile! Every mom knows, I assume, exactly what I am talking about. When you are in the glory of pregnancy it is what we called pregnancy brain, or prego brain for those of you who dislike using full length words. Most moms also know that this does not just go away once baby decides to vacate and take up tenancy in the big wide world. For those that seem unaware we also enjoy jumping at the chance to inform new moms of this important information, like a hungry dog to a big fat juicy stake.
“Oh you have pregnancy brain? WELL LET ME TELL YOU… it. never. goes. away.”
I like to think of it as a glitch. Totally unexplainable, recurring, often out of the blue, moments when your brain shuts down, and all ability to produce logic or use memory is lost.
Ever forget what you were saying while saying it?
Just a couple of the most common problems women face when they suffer from Mom brain. Lets widen the spectrum a bit here and assume that there are some Dads a’sittin in this boat with us.
Have you ever put the milk in the pantry and the cereal in the fridge?
Ever put dinner in the oven and a half hour later wonder why it is not cooking? Only then to realize you never actually turned ON the oven?
“Oh! That stew in the crock pot that has been cooking all day should be just about… hey whats this?… WHO DIDN’T REMIND ME TO PLUG THE STUPID THING IN THIS MORNING?”
Ever washed the same load of laundry every morning for a week because you keep forgetting to put it in the dryer?
Have you ever called your child by the wrong name? OOH here is a good one, ever FORGET your child’s name.
I have manage to forget the name of my own daughters school, when asked by a friend. This positively made me seem like a super awesome parent, I am sure.
“School? Oh yes she goes to…. ummm… *pointing*… you know the one down there *arm waving*… I swear I got this… WHY CAN’T I THINK OF THE NAME? *ensue small mental break down*”
I have informed my children that it was time to go pick the Bus stop up from the Chels. Told them to drink their dinner and eat their milk.
Oh and I am sorry am I suppose to be able to spout out the day, month and year of each of my children’s birth, at the drop of a hat, with no hesitation, because they are my children and I SHOULD KNOW THIS? My brain must have missed that memo.
Forgetful minds and mixed up wording, I have not an ounce of control over when Mom brain will attack.
Ever go into the fridge with the full intent to grab a very specific “something”, only to have the sound of the opening door erase your memory? Stood there in confusion as to what you were there for?
Have you ever suddenly remembered a half hour later, and in a rush of excitement run to the fridge to get that “something”, then with heavy disappointment realize you can’t remember why you even needed it in the first place?
Made plans with me a week ago to come by for coffee today? “Great! let me just go change out of my pajamas and make some coffee! No no… I was totally expecting you… don’t mind the explosion of toys in the living room, I forgot to clean.”
Yes my child has more then one friend, no I can not name them for you, I have a hard enough time getting my own children’s name right, what do you want from me?
It is a wonder how I get through the week, truly. I do however just want to point out that through all this I am still have some pretty darn brilliant moments, let us not get confused on that point. Mom brain is just not something that can be helped. You can not hide from it, for it will find you.
Were ever there is a pile of laundry that needs to be wash 100 times, Mom brain will be there.
When ever there is a dinner that is in need of being left uncooked, Mom brain will be there.
WERE EVER there is a name longing to be forgotten or a birthday or a task, MOM BRAIN WILL BE THERE.
Mom brain, never seen yet forever there.
Ever done/said/forgotten, anything in a moment of Mom brain? Please share!
Until next Saturday! Tata!
P.S I apologize for the shorter-then-usual post today. I totally wrote this whole thing up on my black berry and FORGOT TO SAVE IT, not a word of a lie, this was my grumbled through shorter version of my longer (much more fantastic I assure you) version of a post I WROTE WITH A STINKING PHONE *breathe*. I shake my head at myself for letting Mom brain take over whilst I was concentrating so hard on the very thing that snuck up on me…. OK I laugh a little too. Seriously, who does that?