I would like to address the phenomenon I call Mommy Brain.
Here’s how I imagine my wife’s Mommy Brain works.
She goes in the kitchen to finally feed herself (after feeding three kids breakfast, it’s almost time to think about lunch).
She notices that there are dishes in the sink and on the counter.
She does the dishes.
She finally gets to the bottom of the sink.
She thinks, I’ve got a clean sink, I should bathe Lillie in it.
She goes to the bathroom to get the bath supplies.
She notices the laundry on the floor.
She moves the clean laundry from dryer to the basket, the done laundry from the washer to the dryer, and starts a load of laundry in the washer.
She notices the basket of clean laundry that needs to be folded.
She takes the basket of clean laundry into the bedroom to fold it.
She folds the clean laundry.
She puts the folded laundry away.
While putting Max’s clean, folded clothes in his dresser, she notices there are some clothes in the drawers that don’t fit him anymore.
She starts organizing all of Max’s clothes.
Lillie crawls into the bedroom, and wants to nurse.
She carries Lillie into the kitchen in one hand, while washing her nursing shield in the other.
She sees the clean sink and realizes that she never ate anything, or bathed Lillie.
She yells at herself that she can’t ever get anything done in this house.
We have come full circle, and that’s Mommy Brain.
by Seth Greene