For the past four years, I've suffered from Mommy Brain. Really, it's a disease, go look it up. I'm sure you'll find a million other mommy's suffering right along side me. I used to remember everything. I mean everything. I could tell what I had eaten for the whole last week, every person I talked to, and what I wore everyday of the week, in order.
Now, I can't even remember how old I am. No joke, I had to check my MySpace account yesterday to see my own age. It proudly stated that I'm 23. Guess, I forgot that last birthday. I forget some days that my shoes are supposed to match. (There really are two that go together, right? And they're both in the house?) Let's be honest, some days I forget that I'm supposed to brush my teeth. Wait, hair too, and shower? Yikes, that's asking a whole lot.
There are a few things I remember though. I know where a lost lovey is, I can tell you exactly where my son left his favorite sippy cup, and I can point my hubby to his missing belt, shirt, or shoe. How does the hubby lose so much stuff anyways? I'm not buying a Daddy Brain defense.
Maybe one of these days I'll recover all the brain cells I've lost. My guess is, it'll be more like years though, at least 14 or so. If it gets worse after another baby however, I could be in big trouble!