I truly believe that my brain has changed since having the girls. Quite often I feel like I am in a fog and can’t find my way out. I swear I had a brain…once. Now I believe I have what is called, “mommy brain.”
Here are a few situations that have led me to believe that I have “mommy brain.”
1. A few months ago my friend came over to speak to me about an upcoming procedure that she was having done. For fifteen minutes she spoke about the type of procedure it was, why she was having it done, and how it wasn’t anything to be worried about. My response to her was, “Colonoscopies are very routine, and you will be just fine.” She gave me a sideways look and said, “ Who is getting a colonoscopy?” I swear I was completely focused on her. Or at least I looked like I was. My eyes were locked with hers, I was nodding in the correct places, but my brain was apparently out to lunch.
2. I went to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy a fitted sheet but when I approached the sales associate to ask where I could find one my mind went blank. Here is how our conversation went.
Me: “I need… ummm…this thing that goes on my bed. It is like a sheet, but it is not a sheet. Well, it is a sheet, but it has elastic edges. Where can I find that?”
Sales Associate: “You lost me.”
Me: “I can’t think of what it is called so let us play a game of fill in the blank. I go on a bed, but I am not a comforter. I am also not a mattress pad or a regular sheet, so I am a…”
Sales Associate: “I don’t work in bedding.”
Me: “Never mind…”
The sales associate gave me a very odd look as he walked away and I don’t blame him .This happens more often then I care to admit. Words are constantly getting lost from my vocabulary.
3. I go to Starbucks often. I have become a bit dependent on caffeine as I wake up at 5 a.m every day. Anyway, one day I drove through the drive thru and ordered a vanilla latté. After I collected my drink, I took a sip, and gagged. They had given me the wrong drink. I drove through the drive through again and spoke with the girl at the window.
Me: “I am sorry to bother you but I ordered a vanilla latté and you gave me a”… I looked down at the sticker and it said vanilla latté. “Well you gave me a vanilla latte.”
Me: “ Well, I don’t drink vanilla latté’s. I am not sure why I ordered it.
Girl: “ What do you usually drink? I will make it for you.”
Me: “ I have no idea.” And I drove away.
I usually get chai tea lattés but for some reason I had forgotten the name of it and accused Starbucks of making me the wrong drink. That wasn’t my finest moment.
Again, I had a brain…once.