And then I had children . . . and gave them all of my brain cells.
And now they are all smart and I can't remember why I walked in a room or conversations DH swears we had, or how to spell "mentioned" (thank you spell check), or to put the yeast in the bread I was making for dinner.
Ryan has to ask me daily if my estrogen levels are OK, or if I'm taking a B12 vitamin, convinced that my mental lapses are signs of some nutritional or hormonal deficiency.
It couldn't be because today I am also trying to keep track of:
- my 1/2 marathon training plan
- feeding the dogs
- 4 shifts of getting girls out the door to school
- delivering chicken eggs to 4 neighbors
- my eye appointment
- a lunch date with DH
- picking Paisley up from preschool
- excavating Anya and Paisley's bedroom floor that hasn't been visible for a week
- update from DH on 3 new clients at work
- picking up 2 girls from school (with a reminder from 7 year old that she hates it when I am late-again)
- starting dinner
- putting a puzzle together with Paisley
- changing the laundry
- something for dessert for the cross country dinner
- violin lesson for Anya
- picking up Emma
- taking Emma to Formal and Bridal to get her choir dress altered
- getting new shoes for Emma before my $20 off coupon expires
- getting Sierra to soccer practice
- back to school night for Sierra
- taking Lexi to cross country dinner and picking her up 2 hours later
- helping Anya learn about regrouping addition
- making sure everyone practiced their instruments
- bathing Paisley and making sure she has her "itchy cream" and panties that aren't "uncomforble"
- bedtime stories and prayers and signed homework and other school paperwork
- changing the laundry again
Maybe it's really a wonder I only forgot the yeast.