It's bad. My mind. Ever since we left the hospital, my mind seems to have flown the coop...perhaps it headed to Tahiti. I dunno.
(Courtesy Google Image)
I have become so scatterbrained and forgetful...it's like the last few weeks (er...months, actually) have been so stressful and consumed so much brainpower, than my mind finally just flipped me the bird and hightailed it out of town at the first opportunity.
I have missed appointments, forgotten which day it was (hence, then missed appointments), totally blown off our "Mommy and Me" ECFE class, forgotten to pick things up at the grocery store, and a whole laundry list of other things that, guess what?!, I'm forgetting right now.
But last night took the cake.
Yesterday, my wonderful mama picked up some baseball gear for The Pal (his first game is tonight)...and I got no less that 17,324 text messages from him reminding me to pick it up on my way home from work (my first 4 hours back in three weeks...).
Guess what? Uh huh.
Even AFTER I had talked with my hubby (on my way home) about what a persistent PITA The Pal can be, and "why the heck it couldn't wait until tomorrow 'cuz his game isn't until 5 pm?!"...I still forgot.
Didn't even remember what I had done until I had been home for quite a while, enjoyed a midnight bowl of cereal with my hubby...then slapped my forehead and groaned. For Pete's sake...I DROVE RIGHT PAST MY PARENT'S TURN!!!
I am in need of my mind to cease vacationing. I'm sure it is thoroughly enjoying itself on the beaches of Tahiti, sipping tropical drinks and dipping it's toes in the water...but I NEED it.
I'm afraid I'm going to forget one of my kids, if this keeps up! Oh, wait...I've done that before. With a fully functioning mind.