If you've left the crayons to melt in the car, and forgotten just where the car keys are,
there's a perfectly good way to explain:
You see, you've come down with "Mommy Brain."
When you're not sure where the past 10 hours went, if you've left the laundry drying in the rain.
If you find yourself chatting for hours on end about diaper and baby food prices, you've just caught a particulary virulent strain of that affliction known as Mommy Brain.
If you left your bags at the grocery store, or completely forgot what you went there for, if you called your cat by your baby's name, you can bet that Mommy Brain's to blame.
If you just had to give your child one more hug when baby is all tucked in, you know your brain's forever stained with Mommy Brain.
If you just absolutely had to smell their heavenly scented baby head, to make sure there are no more burps, you too know the peaceful heart of having Mommy Brain, with no distain.
If you ever found it necessary to rock your baby and look out at a star lit sky, Mommy Brain does not ask why.
And if you know the words to "Goodnight Moon" by heart, or you study your sleeping baby like a work of art, if you're surprised by how time is flying, and the thought of that first birthday starts you crying ... It's unavoidable girls, and I feel your pain, for I too, suffer from Mommy Brain.
But I'll admit one thing---of this I'm sure: I hope they never find a cure.
