I have found myself in a few situations recently that I believe qualify me for "Mommy Brain." It's the scattered thoughts, forgetfulness, not being able to connect all the dots in my life. I am someone who tries to stay on-top of things and keep organized, but lately it has been an up-hill battle.
A few weeks ago, I was grocery shopping in the neighboring town. It was in the evening and I was by myself. I purchased my groceries, bagged them, loaded them, and returned the cart. I drove home and as I walked through the door, Monkey Toes greeted me with, "the store just called and someone found your purse in a cart in the parking lot." I have two things to say about that: 1. Thank God for good Samaritans, and 2. Thank God we live in a small town where we know one another.
Second incident: This is a picture of my coat and Pumpkin's coat.
A few days ago, the two youngest and I had a few errands to run. I took my coat off the hook and put it on Pumpkin. She yelled, "this is not my coat!" Her words did not register with me. I kept attempting to put the coat on and zip it up. As I looked at the sleeves dragging on the floor, it hit me that this definitely was not my three year old daughter's coat.
Incident Number Three: This morning before leaving for church, I was cleaning out my purse. I realized that my bank card was missing. I emptied all the contents out and still no card. I started my family on a hunt. They were looking in cushions of furniture, searching through the garage, tearing apart the van. Still no trace of the card. I retraced my steps from yesterday. The last place I used it was at our local gas station. On our way to church I stopped in to inquire. They hadn't seen it. The kids and I prayed all the way to church, calling upon Jesus, Mother Mary, and St. Anthony - all the big guns of lost things. We came home after Mass and I remembered going to Walmart (after the gas station) to pick up pictures from the photo center. My photos, however, had not yet been ready, and so I never used my card. But I called anyway and sure enough, they had my card. I drove back to Walmart and went to Customer Service. I knew the woman working behind the desk. She just chuckled and shook her head when she saw me and said, "it doesn't get any easier the older you get!"
A dear friend of my mom once told me that this mindlessness shouldn't seem unusual. Many days I am thinking for 7 and sometimes 8 other people. So I'm going to go with that. I'm not losing my mind, I'm just loaning it out!