I blame mommy brain

10/09/2011 at 9:57 pm | Posted in Motherhood | 12 Comments
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Guess what I did this weekend?

Washed my iPhone. My less-than-six-months-old-iPhone. In the washing machine. With the dirty clothes.

When I discovered it at the bottom of the machine, as I slung the wet laundry into the dryer, I shrieked. Then cursed. Which, of course, sent Lily running to my side.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?!”

(cradling my phone like a wounded butterfly) “I washed my phone, and now it’s broken.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t wash it next time.”

Wise words, little girl. Wise words.

It wasn’t long ago that I washed a practically brand new digital camera that Marc had given me for my birthday. And I won’t even mention the things I find in the dryer.

I’m a space cadet. That’s my only excuse. Yesterday, I started to fill the dog’s water bowl, then managed to leave it in the sink and puzzle later over where it disappeared to.

I walk into a room and completely forget why I’ve gone there. I put clean clothes in the washing machine and unload dirty dishwashers (we’re big on rinsing). And at work, if you ask me a question too quickly, you’ll be met with a blank stare until my brain can register the question and dig up the answer. It’s embarrassing.

Laura told me that omega-3s might be a good addition to my diet because, apparently, they get sucked away during breastfeeding. Is there where my brain cells have gone, too?

It’s a wonder I don’t forget how many children I have and what their names are.

Please tell me I’m not alone.

What’s your most embarrassing mommy-brain moment? Let’s commiserate!

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  1. There is a book called The Female Brain, explains all of this. Fascinating read!

  2. When I was pregnant, I was doing laundry. My husband walked in and asked “what is that noise??” he went to the dryer to find my iPod. Went thru wash and dryer!! My excuse was my maternity uniform had pockets where my regular one did not. I wasn’t used to checking pockets. I was in tears. He surprised me with a new iPod the next day. So sweet.
    After my very next trip, I was washing my uniform and my husband came in and asked “what is that noise??”. Haha…needless to say, I didn’t get a new iPod until after I gave birth πŸ˜‰

  3. Oh god you are SO not alone. I do at least one thing per day that I chalk up to “mommy brain.” And it’s because of mommy brain that I can’t think of a single example to share with you here!

  4. Oh man, I do dumb crap all the time! And I swear to you I get dumber by the day. I’m nowhere NEAR as *smart* as I was in school, and often say things or ask my husband questions that even make him shake his head. We’re constantly looking for things that I “put away” while cleaning, then can never find later. And our house is tiny! I’ve almost put the milk away in the cupboard before, does that count? πŸ˜‰

  5. AT LEAST once every month since having Caroline (so, 9 times) I roll up to the checkout line at the store, put all my stuff on the belt, let the cashier ring it all up…and then realize I don’t have my wallet. I have done this SO MANY times I’m not even embarrassed by it any more. I just ask the head cashier to hold my cart and speed home to get my wallet. I keep thinking I should hide an emergency credit card in the car so I could use it for these forgetful moments…but I forget to do that too.

  6. Man! That sucks. I hate when stuff like that happens, I too blame mommy brain.

  7. Ask me sometime about how many watches I “washed” when my kids were little. Caroline washed a phone one time and made it worse by “drying” it in the oven.

  8. Oh no!! Poor you and poor iPhone 😦 My husband and I definitely feel like our memories are deteriorating rapidly post-baby. We have several times forgotten to let out one of our cats from the room in which he eats and now ask each other several times to be sure we’ve done it. I’m sure there are many more examples, but alas, mommy brain strikes again…

  9. Let’s see…went up into the attic without fully extending the stairs and held on for dear life as they slid the rest of the way with me. Gone to stores without shopping lists, coupons, or items to be returned. I’ve put cereal in the refrigerator and only realized it as I attempted to put milk in the cupboard. I’m only on Day 3 of my omega supplement….so that’s all I can remember right now…in terms of what I can’t remember. Fun times.

  10. And my husband wonders why I obsessively check all pockets before washing! So sad for your phone. My story: I “lost” the bag that held all of my boxtops for my daughter’s school a few weeks ago. This weekend I found the bag complete with boxtops and labels that I’d collected in my fridge. I’d used it to store something else and didn’t even notice it.

  11. After I had Ian and went back to work I kept messing up this one girls paycheck over and over again. She must have thought I had some sort of vendetta against her. I was just so sleep deprived that I really had no business being in charge of money. I still feel bad about it to this day.

    Let’s hope I don’t have the same problem when I go back to work this time.

    I also do the thing where I put milk in the pantry or ice cream in the fridge.

  12. Ask Catherine about me trying to help her with the Pasta Salad for Paul & Courtney’s shindig…..when the water was boiling, I dumped the box of pasta in the pot, never checking if the pasta was in a plastic bag inside of the box (stupid overpackaging!). Thanks to Cat’s quick actions, we didn’t have a complete mess in Oma Fran’s kitchen nor extra plastic flavoring in the salad. Ugh, so frustrating! I have become the ultimate list maker, if not, I would forget my life and get fired!


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