Two little words that are the bane of my life: baby brain.
It's really not a myth. For me, it's seriously real. Before my children arrived, I was Mrs Organised. Every aspect of my life was run to the tiniest little detail; I had diaries, lists, notebooks, stickers, post-it's, coloured pens and everything underlined, ticked etc.
Sometimes I even wrote things on a list that I'd already completed just to have the satisfaction of crossing them off. My God, how did I ever have the time? People who know me personally also know that in addition to having a full-time job, I was heavily involved in planning, coordinating and directing musicals with a local amateur group. Definitely the sort of undertaking that required an extremely organised person at its helm.
But, now? I honestly forget the simplest things. A sensible person might say:"Sure why don't you write your important things down in one of your pretty diaries?"
I forget to write in my diary.
I’ve taken to using the calendar and task reminder on my mobile phone so that it sends me notifications. That’s the only way I get anything done these days!
So there you have it. I’m a shadow of my former organised self. Just for fun, here's a list of random crap that I've gotten wrong/forgotten to do recently that I swear, before having kids, would have been unthinkable:
Forgot to attend a literacy course that my boss asked me to go to. Didn't remember until two days later when he asked me how it went. Mortified.
Left all my pupils’ folders behind on a really important revision day.
Forgot my PIN number. Christ.
Lost the kids’ birth certificates. Had to buy new ones.
Lost the money I pay for childcare one week. Panicked. Had everyone looking for it. Was in my handbag the whole time. (Any of them reading this will realise I fibbed when I said I found it behind the hall table)
Forgot to rinse my hair in the shower. More than once.
Thought I’d lost my mobile. It was in my hand. IN MY HAND.
I reached for a glass of water and put it into the iron. It was Sprite. (Other lemonades are available!)
Put my daughter in the car to go shopping. Without shoes. It’s a sad day when your three-year-old is the one to have to remind you what to do…
Went on a family outing to the swimming pool and what did I forget to bring….well, I’m sure you can guess.
I genuinely believe that ‘baby brain’ is totally real – some might laugh and say we’re making excuses but I know I’m experiencing it. But the big question is does it ever go away? Or are we destined to be totally daft forever, putting milk on our potatoes and gravy in our cups of tea. Oh Lord, help!
Emma Kelly is a Belfast-based mum of two little ones and an English teacher by trade. Life is currently a happy juggle of nappies, toddler fun, constant dieting and the (more than) occasional glass of wine!
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