This isn't news. I mean, as soon as you see that 2nd line on a pregnancy test, your brain starts melting out your ears and you begin forgetting things. So here I am, on kid #3, and the mental devastation is becoming absurd.
How many times can you lose track, while in the shower, of whether or not you have washed your face, or of whether it's time for shampoo or conditioner? How often do you have to leak through your bra and shirt before you make putting in breast pads a permanent part of your morning routine? How many times can you call Jackson Cody, and Cody Luke, and Luke Baby (because it's better than getting the name wrong) before you cause permanent psychological damage?
Will it come back one day? I'm thinking not. It's only going to get worse as we begin to juggle soccer, boy scouts, sleepovers, etc. I'm going to have to start labeling things, including people, and carrying a little MagnaDoodle with me to keep track of our next destination.
Perhaps earplugs will keep what few brain cells remain from escaping???
3 comments:
Ok, can I just say this is hilarious?? You're doing great there, sis. I think dementia just runs in the family. :)
OH GIRL! My mind is so far gone it ain't even funny. LOL! Well...kind of funny. I have to make fun of myself or I'd cry.
Earplugs sound like a perfect solution.
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