I have a lot on my mind, what with the kids and their activities, plus the fact that we’re working on remodeling the house so there are constantly thoughts about that running through my brain. Also, the fact that I haven’t slept well in what seems like 18 years certainly doesn’t help.
But, when it comes down to it, those things are just contributing factors to the “Mommy Brain” I developed when my first child was born. And it’s only gotten worse as I’ve had more kids.
Usually my absent mindedness isn’t a huge deal. I might forget to bring the garbage cans out until I hear the truck coming down the street, or it might take me 10 minutes to remember that I went into the kitchen to get Zachary a bagel, but got lost staring at the new windows and thinking about how much fun it’s going to be to start the kitchen remodel. I took a proactive approach to our finances and set up automatic payments for our bills, so I don’t have to worry about them. The last thing we need is bill collectors knocking down our door because I forgot to pay the water bill. And considering how dirty my children get, we’d be in dire straits if we didn’t have water for daily children delousing.
But, I digress. Because lately my “Mommy Brain” has been negatively impacting Dylan and I’m starting to feel “Mommy Guilt.” Last week we lost his library book. It’s still missing, so I have to pay $5 and he hasn’t been allowed to check out another book. Then, I sent him to school with his 100 Days sharing item (100 cheerios!) and I forgot that it was supposed to be in a brown bag. He came home that day so bummed that the other kids had seen it and had “guessed” that it was cheerios right away. Having something in a clear bag takes the mystery right out of it apparently. Whoops.
THEN, yesterday, I forgot to give him WATER in his lunch. I’ve packed that child a lunch almost every day for the past three years, and suddenly I forgot to put a beverage in it. He was a hot, sweaty mess when I picked him up. The fact that he had PE at the end of the day didn’t help matters, and neither did the fact that he hates drinking fountains. He found a water bottle in the car and drank the entire thing in record time.
Obviously, none of these things are huge deals, but I’m really starting to feel bad that my absent mindedness is resulting in my child missing out on basic life necessities, like sharing time and water, instead of me just running out to the street with a garbage can at 7am, sporting wild hair and pink heart flannel pajama pants.
Does “Mommy Brain” affect you, too? What’s the worst thing that you’ve ever done that you’ve blamed it for?
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