Sooooo I spaced and thought it was Tuesday all day on Wednesday! Hence the lack of blog post. Sorry about that guys! Mom Brain is real and it’s a total bitch.
How messed up is it that from a biological standpoint we’re given a tiny human (or two plus in some cases) to keep alive and then our brain says well this seems like a lovely time to take a vacation?! Agh! My memory was trash before and now trying to remember things is like me trying to throw a boomerang in a dark room. Maybe that shit will come back or maybe it won’t. Maybe I’ll give up on it coming back and I’ll unexpectedly get hit in the face with it and have to rearrange my plans. That’s what happened to me this week.
I had to move a training for work because I scheduled it for the same day as my Twins’ Baptism. It made me feel like a crummy Mom and a crummy employee/manager. I’ve been known to call my brain a moldy Swiss cheese. This time really failed me. I feel like being so forgetful makes it so much easier for me to get irritable and overstimulated. Maybe that’s the lack of sleep though, or maybe it’s both. I’m not sure. I just know that I’m tired of forgetting things.
I try to remind myself that if the entire family is clean, clothed, and fed then I’m doing okay. I try to force myself to slow down. To write things down. To tell other people. To set reminders. Oftentimes I still find that things aren’t the way I’d like. I get fussed at for repeating myself or forgetting to tell people things. (No happy medium when Mom Brain is around.) I hope my brain comes back. I miss feeling intelligent and a little bit organized. This too shall pass right?
But it’s time to feed the babies now. I’ll take solace in remembering that I need to do that. One step at a time.