If I had to take the SATs this year,* I could reliably plan to attend Bob’s House O’ Learnin’ in the fall. I cannot hold anything in my brain. On Wednesday at playgroup, I asked my friend what middle name she’d picked out for her coming-soon third child. She had JUST finished explaining that she liked an old family name on her side but couldn’t get her husband to agree.
Today, it took me about two hours to clean our (admittedly dirty but very small) bathroom. I kept getting distracted.
I have three small children, and a house to run (into the ground, apparently), and a job with nutty hours. Excuses abound, but I miss my brain. I used to be so SMART.
*When I did take them, in 199x, I kicked ass. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.