Man! Where’s my car?
“Mumble, mumble, mumble…what the hell was I saying?” I thought. “What day is it today? And, does anybody know what I’ve done with my car?”
Another event today made me realise that even three years after giving birth, I still have ‘mother’s brain’. Why is it that I can go from being able to remember my entire phone book of family and friends to struggling to remember whether or not I put undies on this morning…needles to say that creepy feeling of my new generation of ‘granny-knickers’ strangling my cheeks should tell me my answer.
I am now, right hand raised in the air, ashamed of my memory, and the lack of it. I wish most days for an invisible Assistant sitting on my shoulder dictating my life to me… telling me what day it is, reminding me to put the washing on the line so I don’t find it in 3 days time after the stench fills my kitchen, and reminding me to pick up Pickles from Pre School…the thought of her standing alone, waiting, fills me with such dread that I have had nightmares over it.
Where did my memory go? Is it vacationing without me on some deserted island sipping Ice tea and bronzing up its tan? Has it permanently vacated the premises no longer wanting to pay the cheap rent I had offered it for so long?
How? How can simply giving birth leave me with so many embarrassing moments.
I guess until it returns form holiday or until I receive the letter of ‘Thanks for the great years we had together but I’m off, Always, Your Memory’ arrives, then Crosswords and the DS Train the Brain will have to become my ten minute friends with my cuppa tea.
Yours always,
Jay (I think)