First of all; when does Baby Brain become Mum Brain? Amelia is 3 and Wills is nearly 10 months old, so does that mean I’ve moved onto the latter, or can I still blame the former for my memory shortcomings?!
I’ve always been a china shop’s worst nightmare, with my big clumsy size 8 feet, and tendency walk around lost in my own head (or a book pre-kids). And my memory has never been the greatest, I’ll admit. After I had Amelia, I definitely suffered with Baby Brain, often forgetting vital baby items when we went out, as well as losing things nearly daily. It gradually got better, until I had Wills.
As I said, Wills is nearly 10 months now, so I really can’t blame Baby Brain for any of the ridiculous things that have happened recently as a result of my shocking memory and post-kids depleted brain capacity.
“Mum, have you remembered your phone?” – Amelia, age 3
Yes. My 3-year-old now reminds me this every time we leave the house. Probably because she got fed up with constantly having to go all the way back up the stairs to the flat to get my phone. The worst thing is, most of the time the answer to her question is No. No, for the thousand-and-first time, I have not remembered my phone. And I get this look.
“Did you change your mind about the bacon roll?” – Mr C
A couple of weeks ago, I had some rare spare time in the morning. I fancied a bacon roll and offered Mr C one. He left the room and returned 5 minutes later (maybe even less) only to find that I had completely forgotten about the offer. Already. WTF?!
“Have you seen my…?” – Me, ALL THE TIME!
Phone. Bag. Diary. Phone again. Debit card. Shoes. You name it, I lose or misplace it. Mr C joked the other day that from now on he’s going to follow me around making mental notes of where I leave stuff so when I ask, he knows. If only!
On the way home yesterday Amelia asked me where her Paw Patrol Controller was. This is quite a small toy, no bigger than the palm of her hand, and yet instantly I knew;
“It’s in the elephant rucksack bag, along with two Bing books, and the bag is on the floor next to your bed. We’ll get it when we get home, pickle.”
How and why did I know this?! I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast, or when the kids are next due at the dentist, but I can tell you that the Kinder egg Elsa, which is barely bigger than a fingernail, is in the third drawer down of the drawer tower next to Amelia’s bed. The spare batteries are in the basket under the kitchen sink. The wooden food is on the second shelf in the cupboard of the play kitchen. The doll’s bottle that looks like it has real milk in it is under William’s cot, behind a copy of CBeebies magazine, and it’s been there for about 3 weeks now.
So What’s Important?
How come I can remember all this seemingly mundane crap, but I can’t remember when the credit card is due to be paid? Or when rent day is? I guess it’s because somewhere along the way in this parenting thing, these seemingly mundane things becomes some of the most important things you will ever have to remember. Not because your life will depend on it, but because your sanity will! No one needs to hear a kid wailing and screeching because you can’t find their precious bug magnifying glass. Never mind that they lost it, you better damn well find that piece of junk, and don’t you dare step on it by accident because they left it in the middle of the floor.
Pleas tell me I’m not alone here, guys?! Anyone else worrying what they’ll be like at 70 when it’s already this bad?!