Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.

I saw this once on a bumper sticker and thought it was just a witty little cliche and couldn’t relate one bit.

Sure, back then.  Back then when my mind was sharper than a tack, my memory even sharper.  Back then when I didn’t have an extra layer around my mid section, which doesn’t bother me unless I see a photo of myself.

I have been told that breast feeding does this.  It makes you dumb.  Or it could be the mandatory late nights where I am awoken by falsetto crying suddenly, just as I have dozed off.  It’s like my brains are draining out through motherhood.  I walk into J’s office to say something and the minute he looks at me I forget what I was going to say.  I decide what to fix for dinner and forget when I get to the kitchen.  I go to look up a recipe and the minute I sit down at the computer, I forget why I am there.

It didn’t used to be this way.  The only other time I ever had this experience was when I was taking Ambien, which made me wakeup stupid.  Well-rested, but dumb like a rock.

Is this where mom’s get their bad rap?  I have an advanced degree.  I am not supposed to be dum.  oops.  dumb.

Maybe its time to go back to school.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Mrs T says:

    Aw, you’re not dumb, just sleep-deprived. Plus, the survival of 2 other little people is now your responsibility, which has to take up some brain cells, right?

  2. Abbie says:

    Oh sister, I hear ya. But I didn’t breastfeed either of my girls and I’m still dumb as a rock. So whats my excuse?? Nevermind, maybe I don’t want to know… 🙂

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