There was a time in my life when I was relatively smart. When I worked for a large corporation and communicated intelligently with overseas vendors. I could handle US Customs with efficiency.
And then I got pregnant and gave birth 68 times. (Really? It was only 3? Are you sure?)
Now I drive like a bat out of hell all the way across town to make it to D1’s volleyball game on time, only to get there and find out it’s a home game. A few blocks from our house. It would seem I lack the ability to even read the most basic game schedules.
The 2nd game was good.
I’d like to shrug it off and call it chemo brain but if I’m being honest with myself, I’ll have to admit it started long before the cancer.
It was little things at first. Leaving for work and forgetting my lunch. Locking my keys in the car at the store. Forgetting to pick up SG before Lamaze.
We called it “baby brain” when I was pregnant.
“New mommy” brain when D1 was a baby.
“Exhausted, prenatal AND postpartum” brain with the little 2.
Now I’m pretty sure I’m just stupid.
I take pill for everything else. If any of you know of a pill for this will you let me know?
Oh, and would somebody please remind me to pick up D2 from her playdate on the way to D3’s volleyball game after I go to D1’s 4:15 game? Oh wait, that might be tomorrow.
No, the playdate is definitely today but D3’s game is tomorrow. Tonight is the 4:15 game and a 7:00 band concert – all for D1.
I’m so screwed.