Mommy brain. It's a real, true and debilitating illness. When you add in some bad luck, sometimes it gets so ridiculous that you go from totally p-o'd to laughing hysterically to sobbing in 2.4 seconds. Since I have no shame and even though something embarasses me, I have no qualms in sharing, here are some of my adventures. These have all occured in the past 6 days:
Last Saturday, I had a good friend's baby shower. I was in charge of games. I got all prepared weeks earlier. I researched. I planned. I got presents. I got excited. I, also, got to the shower with NOTHING I needed for the games. I told another person I had about a million safety pins(which I do) and I would bring them(which I didn't). Smooth move, Exlax. (When's the last time you heard someone use that phrase?)
I went back to work. This means that now I can't just carry a diaper bag. I must go back to carrying a purse. It also means that when I leave the house with AV I must remember to put items from the purse into the diaper bag AND remember to return them to the purse upon return. Back to the baby shower. I needed to be there at 10. I planned to leave the house at 9:30. I left the house and 9:53. Getting out of the house with a mini-me is still not my forte. I decided the most appropriate thing to do would be to bring the purse and the diaper bag. Great idea. Except for the part when I got home and realized I had no keys, no wallet, and no purse.
Upon arrival, I turned off the car. Normal? Yes. Did you know that the air conditioner, if not turned off, causes the car battery to die? Normal? Nope. What's more awesome is when you discover this at 7:30 on Monday morning when you need to leave for work at 7:25.
My friend is visiting from the US. She has two boys, one who is 11 days older than AV. I was supposed to go to her older son's party on Sunday. Didn't get there... We made a plan for her to come over on Monday at 4:00. She did, she waited, she called, she texted. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Where was I? Inside my house, telling my child about how her friend was coming to play. Was my phone working? Nope. When did I figure this out? 5:00. She waited outside my house with a screaming baby for half an hour. She said she was worried, but let's be honest, you know there was a little (or maybe big) part of her that was thinking, "Double-you Tee Eff."
On Tuesday, AV and I went over to another friend's house to see the friend who we missed on Monday. On the way, another friend called (I feel popular, I have three friends, they all called me on one day). She told me she was worried about something and I told her I would call her right back. An hour later, my phone rings. Guess if I had called her back. What an amazing friend am I.
I like to think that I generally have things together. I like lists. I like efficiency. I like being in charge.
Right now, I look in the mirror and roll my eyes at myself and say, "Oh, honestly." It's my mom phrase.
Maybe it will get better, but what if it doesn't? I guess as long as I get out of the house and back to it in one piece and with my child in one piece, I'll call that a success.
And just wait, just as you get that down...they become ready for the "snack" and "sippy cup" phase of life so you have to make sure you remember those things as well. Here's the scoop: two diaper bags. One that acts as a purse, one as an actual diaper bag. I found a purse that fit a pack of wipes and a few diapers (for major emergencies). good luck! It gets better!
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