Mommy Brain

After my sister had my nephew she told me about a phenomenon called Mommy Brain. It starts out as pregnancy brain, so you assume it will go away. But after the kids arrive it just never leaves. For whatever reason, I have been having horrible Mommy brain lately. Here are my most recent incidents:

• Turned off the oven while I was baking lasagna for dinner. Believe it or not, dinner took A LOT longer than normal.
• While running errands I was supposed to bring coupons for dinner (so Carter's meal would be free.) I told Mike "Don't worry, they're in the car." Once we got to dinner to eat I realized I didn't have the coupons. So I ran back to the car to find them. Still no coupons. So we went home, and of course I found the coupons under the passenger seat in the car.
• Licked dishwasher detergent off my hand. Wouldn't recommend it.
• While making sugar cookies I looked everywhere for the rolling pin. I looked in the pot and pan cabinet. nope. Then under the oven. nada. How about the lazy susan? no. The china hutch? still no. Then I called in the big guns. Mike can you help me? We checked in every cabinet in our kitchen, tore apart the pantry and we even glanced through the toy room. And still no rolling pin. Finally Mike said, You did check the kitchen utensil drawer, right? Well, no I hadn't. And the rolling pin was right there, nestled in the most obvious spot in the kitchen.
• After going to the Lionel Ritchie concert with Mike, I left my purse in his car. Mike then proceeded to take his car to work the next day (how dare he!!). Which then stranded me at home that day with no keys to my car or a wallet.
• Put Ava into Carter's car seat. Then I about had a heart attack when I went to get her out of her car seat and she wasn't there!

And today, all I can say is Wow. This one takes the cake indeed. In the morning I stopped at Kroger to pick up a few items. I always put my keys on my purse, get a shopping cart, unload the kids and then retrieve my purse. This way no one can run off with my purse while I'm busy unloading children with my head stuck in the car. But today I accidentally locked the doors threw my purse in the car and realized THE KIDS ARE LOCKED IN THE CAR!!!!! AHHHHHH!! A lady nearby called 911 for me and I waited outside the jeep so Carter could see me. He was acting a little edgy, but Ava just lost it. She cried and cried and cried for at least 20 minutes while we were waiting for the police. And of course, at this point Mama is crying too. Carter kept yelling my name and saying "open door." Finally the police officer arrived and started to work on the door. Carter started crying. He was very scared of the police officer and started yelling "bad guy." But once the locks were popped I held him and all was right with the world again.

Moral of the story: We are getting a magnetic hide a key and sticking it under the car. Except I probably shouldn't put that out on the internet for the whole world to see, so maybe we aren't. And we drive a little red honda, so just look for one of those. Anyways.......

Mike has grounded me. Which is ok, because I'm not sure if I should be allowed out with the kids right now until my brain returns. Although we are considering going to zoo lights tomorrow, so Mike wants me to call him before I leave the house for a full checklist.

Is this because I'm getting old? I guess almost 29 isn't really that old, but come on. If I keep progressing at this rate I'm going to be in a retirement home by the time I'm 35.

We are accepting donations for my brain transplant.

(And don't worry more cute pictures of the kids to come tomorrow after festival of lights!)