In case you missed it, I wrote a blog post yesterday that only relates to the month of July. Then this morning I realized… today is June 25. Yesterday was JUNE 24. It is NOT July, therefore yesterday was not 10 years since Brandon told me he loved me for the first time.
Motherhood is making me move too quickly and lose my place in life.
Sometimes I think I have my marbles in one place. Other times, like yesterday, I worry about the state of my mind since I became a Mom. How could I think it was July?! If it was in fact July 24th, I wouldn’t even be home in Georgia. I would be on vacation in Cape Cod with my family.
Every once in awhile I do crazy things that make me question my sanity.
Like leave my keys in the front door overnight (that happened multiple times prebaby)? Or lock myself in the garage while wearing only a sports bra and a 7 month pregnant belly? I am known to ask dumb questions and sometimes I make soapy scrambled eggs by accident. I am terrible at lying and often find myself embarrassed that I actually told someone I didn’t like them and that’s why I couldn’t come over (granted I was 7 years old, who can be that silly?). I can’t blame “Mom Brain” for a lot of things in my life.
Anyways, back to me thinking it’s July.
After posting last week about not wanting to rush through life, it’s only fitting that I wouldn’t know what day it is. I was so caught up in getting ready for my Mom’s arrival I didn’t bother to think through the beautiful post I was writing in honor of my husband. He laughed when I told him about my post… and shook his head. It’s the thought that counts though, right?
Now that my Mom is here visiting, I am going to take things extra slow. It’s the last time she will visit when I am not working until next summer. We have lots of fun activities planned for her visit: shopping, cooking, taking the baby on lunch dates. I know that as long as we cherish our time together, we won’t be sad when we part next week.
It’s so easy to get so caught up in life and forget little things. I thought Thursday was Tuesday. And wondered why my baby was at the sitter’s. Rather than think, hmmm maybe I got the day wrong, it seemed more plausible that me, my husband, and the sitter all mixed up the day. OY!
Hahahhaa I love blaming it all on someone else =0)
Psshh, a post on the wrong day is nothing to worry over! Now we know you’re human 🙂 At least you didn’t literally call the police because you thought someone stole your car… When in reality, you had just gotten a new one (that was parked a few rows over) but you were looking for/expecting to find your old one. Because I did that. Recently. I’m totally blaming new-mom-brain, though!
OH MY that is absolutely hilarious! I am sure it wasn’t funny at the time, but now – hahahaha. I should’ve also mentioned in that post that I pulled the E brake in my car but forgot to put it in park in my driveway and started rolling back yesterday…
This made me smile and laugh out loud, haha!