Ummm...What was I Going to Write About Anyways?

Stuff I have forgotten since I became chronically sleep-deprived (aka had kids)*:

- My kids' names

You know the bit: "Hey Jane! I mean Bob! I mean whoever the heck you are, come here!" I used to laugh at my mom when she did this. The joke is on me now.

- My keys / cell phone / hair brush / etc.

G has not helped with this problem (see here for an example).

- My age

I thought I was 28 almost the entire time I was 27.

- Stuff I learned (not just studied, but learned) in college, like how to calculate the area under a curve or the correct way to pronounce "mithril" in Elvish.

This is not really too much of a problem though, because I am an excellent "Googler" and can find these things in an instant. Unlike my keys. I definitely wish I could use Google to find my keys.

- How to pull together an ensemble that doesn't scream "Mom of three!!!"

I cannot blame the kids much here; I was never very good in this department. I am also not one to care about changing clothes just because they have a spot or stain. If I changed every time my kids did something gross to my clothes, I'd be doing 30 loads of laundry every two weeks instead of seven.

- How to converse with adults outside of a work environment

I still have the professional talk down, but the casual, social thing? Not so much. Unless you want to talk to me about my kids, or pregnancies, or deliveries. Then I have no off button. (An off button would be so helpful, then I'd recognize the exact moment I should've asked about your upcoming vacation in lieu of my internal fetal monitoring experience.)

- The day of the week

I telecommute from home. Randy works overnights on weekends and holidays. The days of the week have lost all meaning to me. If it was not for the occasional "Oh doodle bugs! It's Tuesday! We need to get you kids in real clothes and get G to preschool now!" days, I'd probably be in even worse shape.

- Life before kids

I know I was busy before they arrived, but I cannot begin to remember what I used to do. Of course, glancing at my grimy shower walls, smudged sliding glass door, and my list of people to call will probably give me a clue or two.

What have you forgotten since your kids (or pets or spouse or whatever it is that keeps you busier than an ant in September) happened into your life?

*Disclaimer: Chronic sleep deprivation or not, I rock at my job. None of the above is to be misconstrued to indicate otherwise.
**Disclaimer v 2.0: I love being a mom. None of the above is to be misconstrued to indicate otherwise. So there.