Where is my brain?
Today was the day we (me and Sebastian- like he really has a say) have had planned to go out to lunch with my neighbor. We decided a few days ago that we would go out for lunch at a cute deli downtown. I should preface this with, yes we leave the house and often I feel like. I take Sebastian to home decor shops and craft stores Micha would never be caught dead joining me...since Sebastian doesn’t have a say, I tote home along and I’m one happy Mama.
Anyhow, last night before I fell asleep I ran through in my head all the things I’d need to do I. The morning in order to make our lunch date on time. I knew I wanted to get a shower (hello motherhood where that’s not an everyday given), put on make up and fix my hair. I would have to feed the baby, let the dog out, change the baby’s clothes... I had it all laid out in my mind. And then my child slept for 6.5 consecutive hours for the first time in his life. Don’t get me wrong, I was so grateful for this... but it wasn’t allocated in my plan.
Now, I needed to pack a feeding to take with us which meant that I’d also need more baby gear to seamlessly make it through lunch. I’d need a baby carrier— that’s when I though why don’t be I use the carrier I haven’t used in weeks (it would look fine with my outfit choice). I’d need to try it on and see if the baby would tolerate it. Speaking of baby he decided to take an unexpected nap this morning. So, I took advantage running around getting all the things done. When he woke we tried the carrier out, and all was well when I got the text. “We’re about to leave- see you there.”
That’s when the furry broke- I had three tasks to do before I could leave. None of which could be completed in tandem with another. 1. Put on shoes and tie them while holding a growing fussy baby. It’s should be an Olympic sport. 2. Fill, pack and prepare bottles and diaper bag. This wasn’t the best time to dump everything out and reorganize it, but I made choices. 3. Out child in car seat, soothe and load in the car. Oh, but don’t forget the hat in the freezing weather (upstairs I run). Oh! And don’t forget a warmer blanket this thin one won’t do. ... wait is that the refrigerator alarm letting me know it’s standing wide open?! I felt like I was playing Whack a Mole all while trying to hurry myself out the door.
I grab the car seat, diaper bag, threaten the dog to behave and we were in the car and on the road. I made it to the third stop sign when I had the dreaded thought, “did I turn off the straightener?!” Which, I don’t know about you, but that is only the gateway question for me... then I wonder “did I put up the dog gate? Turn off lights? Close the refrigerator? Lock the door? Did I check the mail yesterday?” All the things that just insist you turn around and go back home to check. I considered it I really did, but I didn’t have time. Cuing the logic that is inevitable every time- if I didn’t turn off the straightener my house is already on fire- I’ll just check when I get home. Or, let me call Micha.
I called. He was headed home for lunch. (What kind of solid luck was this?!) “hey honey when you get home can you check something for me...” He interrupts because he knows I am going to ask him to check my straightener (this happens from time to time). I implore that not only should he check the straightener, but “could you check to see if I locked the door, put up the dog gate, closes the refrigerator...” he interrupts, “you don’t know if you closed the refrigerator?” “Nope, no idea if I did- I mean I remember it beeping and thinking I should close it...I just know if I had any follow through”
Do you do this? Sure you do. We all do. I know this about myself, and I know it’ll happen when I’m running late somewhere, so I tell myself “this is you turning off the straightener so when you’re driving you won’t panic and return home to check on it.” As if to clue my own brain into a conscience conversation with myself- like straight up calling out my short term memory so I don’t panic.... it doesn’t always work. Micha laughs and narrated his return home.
“Well you locked the door...yep the dog gate is up... the refrigerator is closed... your straightener is turned off...”
It was then that I double checked my rear view mirror to double check I had Sebastian with me, because it couldn’t be true that I’d gotten out of the house with the baby and remembered to do all the things. I did. It’s a miracle. I got to the restaurant 6 minutes late, and my neighbor was there 10 minutes early. She has five kids guys. I have one. I’m clearly new to this gig, and I’ll forever be late.
But if you run into my brain at the downtown deli, please return it. I promise it’ll be of little use to you anyway.
Anyhow, last night before I fell asleep I ran through in my head all the things I’d need to do I. The morning in order to make our lunch date on time. I knew I wanted to get a shower (hello motherhood where that’s not an everyday given), put on make up and fix my hair. I would have to feed the baby, let the dog out, change the baby’s clothes... I had it all laid out in my mind. And then my child slept for 6.5 consecutive hours for the first time in his life. Don’t get me wrong, I was so grateful for this... but it wasn’t allocated in my plan.
Now, I needed to pack a feeding to take with us which meant that I’d also need more baby gear to seamlessly make it through lunch. I’d need a baby carrier— that’s when I though why don’t be I use the carrier I haven’t used in weeks (it would look fine with my outfit choice). I’d need to try it on and see if the baby would tolerate it. Speaking of baby he decided to take an unexpected nap this morning. So, I took advantage running around getting all the things done. When he woke we tried the carrier out, and all was well when I got the text. “We’re about to leave- see you there.”
That’s when the furry broke- I had three tasks to do before I could leave. None of which could be completed in tandem with another. 1. Put on shoes and tie them while holding a growing fussy baby. It’s should be an Olympic sport. 2. Fill, pack and prepare bottles and diaper bag. This wasn’t the best time to dump everything out and reorganize it, but I made choices. 3. Out child in car seat, soothe and load in the car. Oh, but don’t forget the hat in the freezing weather (upstairs I run). Oh! And don’t forget a warmer blanket this thin one won’t do. ... wait is that the refrigerator alarm letting me know it’s standing wide open?! I felt like I was playing Whack a Mole all while trying to hurry myself out the door.
I grab the car seat, diaper bag, threaten the dog to behave and we were in the car and on the road. I made it to the third stop sign when I had the dreaded thought, “did I turn off the straightener?!” Which, I don’t know about you, but that is only the gateway question for me... then I wonder “did I put up the dog gate? Turn off lights? Close the refrigerator? Lock the door? Did I check the mail yesterday?” All the things that just insist you turn around and go back home to check. I considered it I really did, but I didn’t have time. Cuing the logic that is inevitable every time- if I didn’t turn off the straightener my house is already on fire- I’ll just check when I get home. Or, let me call Micha.
I called. He was headed home for lunch. (What kind of solid luck was this?!) “hey honey when you get home can you check something for me...” He interrupts because he knows I am going to ask him to check my straightener (this happens from time to time). I implore that not only should he check the straightener, but “could you check to see if I locked the door, put up the dog gate, closes the refrigerator...” he interrupts, “you don’t know if you closed the refrigerator?” “Nope, no idea if I did- I mean I remember it beeping and thinking I should close it...I just know if I had any follow through”
Do you do this? Sure you do. We all do. I know this about myself, and I know it’ll happen when I’m running late somewhere, so I tell myself “this is you turning off the straightener so when you’re driving you won’t panic and return home to check on it.” As if to clue my own brain into a conscience conversation with myself- like straight up calling out my short term memory so I don’t panic.... it doesn’t always work. Micha laughs and narrated his return home.
“Well you locked the door...yep the dog gate is up... the refrigerator is closed... your straightener is turned off...”
It was then that I double checked my rear view mirror to double check I had Sebastian with me, because it couldn’t be true that I’d gotten out of the house with the baby and remembered to do all the things. I did. It’s a miracle. I got to the restaurant 6 minutes late, and my neighbor was there 10 minutes early. She has five kids guys. I have one. I’m clearly new to this gig, and I’ll forever be late.
But if you run into my brain at the downtown deli, please return it. I promise it’ll be of little use to you anyway.
Oh girl, I soooo understand! I’m still looking for mine too! Thank goodness for the reminder app on my phone ����
ReplyDeleteWhen you set a timer to go off in one minute! Ha! iPhones are a mama’s best friend. Hahaha!
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