I swear, sometimes I should be on "stupid" drugs....
Meaning, I am getting more and more stupid as each day passes.
For example, the other day, I was fixing Lennon a bottle. I sat down and fed it to her and when she was done, I burped her. Then, I stood up and walked to the pantry and threw the bottle into the garbage. This was not a disposable bottle. For some reason, in my head, it seemed like the thing to do. Just get rid of the evidence.
In the past few weeks, I have almost put the laundry in the refrigerator, put my keys in my pantie drawer & drank the bottle of ketchup.
Yesterday, I took Lennon to the doctor for her sinus congestion. When I was getting ready to pay for the visit, I reached in my diaper bag, pulled out my baby wipe container, and handed the receptionist a baby wipe. She looked at me like I was crazy, and did not take it from me. I said, "I guess you don't need one of these?"
This morning, I wanted my coffee and a bowl of Cheerios. I got a bowl out, and a mug from the cabinet. I always pour the creamer first and then pour the coffee so that I don't have to stir it. I took the creamer and proceeded to pour it in my bowl of cheerios and poured my cheerios in my coffee mug.
Today, I was washing out one of Lennon's bottles to reuse. I had the water turned on at the kitchen sink, when it dawned on me "I need to do the laundry". So I left the sink, walked through the house, gathering laundry. After two or three trips, I got it all into the laundry room. I started a load, moved a load from the washer to the dryer and I took the clothes in the dryer to the living room so that I could fold and put them up. Once I sat down at the couch to fold the clothes, I heard a noise. I looked up and into the kitchen. The sink water was still running.
This afternoon, I was doing more laundry. Lennon was fussing because she had a dirty diaper. I changed her diaper and went to throw it away in the garbage. I opened the laundry room door and threw the dirty diaper in the dirty clothes. Good thing I didn't wash it.
Tonight, I was craving something sweet. I searched high and low for something in our house. We usually do not have sweets, to my dismay. So I settled on a Toaster Strudel. I heated it up, and noticed there weren't any icing packets. I thought, Charlie must have eaten the icing packs. So I decided to break out the powdered sugar and milk and make my own icing. I made a small bowl of icing and was just about to pour it on, when Charlie came home from the gym. He said, "Why are you pouring icing on the Scramblers?" I stopped what I was doing and cracked open one of the strudels only to find cheese, sausage and egg.
I walk to and fro throughout my house, carrying items that I have intended on doing something with. I will walk from room to room, sometimes more than once, carrying said item, and I have no idea why I am walking around aimlessly. I put the item down, sit down to do something else and as soon as my butt hits the seat, I know what my purpose was. I pick said item back up, walk to the room where I intended on doing something with it and forget why I am in there. Then I proceed to walk from room to room, trying to figure out what I got up out of my seat for... said item still in hand. I go back to sitting down and remember again. This goes on for about 3-4 trips before I remember what I was intending on doing. Sometimes, I even just give up all together and assume at some point in the day it will get done. Basically, I spend half my day wandering around with good intentions.
They call it "mommy brain" .... but I am pretty sure I have been like this my whole life.
I annoy me.