I’ve just had another instance of baby brain today. I actually managed to get myself out of the house today without the help of mum or Rob but realised when I was halfway to my destination that:
a) I didn’t have any money on me – left the handbag at home and
b) I hardly had any petrol in the car and wasn’t sure if I would make it to my destination
That’s not too bad though – compared to yesterday when I walked out of the house to get some take away and came back home… and then realised I’d left buttons undone on my top from breastfeeding. At least I didn’t see anyone I knew while I was out.
And then there was the weekend, when we went to yum cha. Poured myself some tea, only not into the cup, but into my bowl of food.
The worst was probably filling out my daughter’s information sheet from child care. We were asked to list all the members of our family. So I wrote mum, David, Amber and Ollie. I got Rob to check the form out as I had a faint feeling that something wasn’t right – and then he asks, “Who the hell is David?” Umm, and I protested as sincerely as possible, “I don’t know any David, its just baby brain – you’re definitely the father!”
I’m sure there are loads of funny baby brain incidents out there – would love to hear yours as laughter seems to be the best medicine when you’re exhausted and still have a tonne of washing to do, the dinner to cook , the children to bathe…