Today I forgot my purse and had to walk home from town to get it –a sweaty 40 minute frantic dash – only to find it on the kitchen table. This is totally normal behaviour. (It happened last week, in fact.)
People talk about ‘Baby Brain’, but 7 years into motherhood my addled mind could still put a sieve full of Swiss cheese to shame. It’s a wonder I remember to put my knickers on in the morning. *feels cold breeze through gusset*
Am I going senile? Well maybe, but I blame motherhood. I think that the problem is that mothers have so much to remember that the things we should naturally remember – like whether we’ve fed our kids or picked them up from nursery- go by the wayside.
Just think of all the mental targets you have to hit every day. You remembered to buy nappies. You remembered to get glue and glitter for that school project. You remembered to buy the Skylanders Frubes, not the girly Frozen Frubes. You remembered that the kid who is coming round for that playdate likes Quorn bolognaise. You also remembered to put a £1 in your child’s wallet for the Fairtrade/Children in Africa raffle. And you booked haircuts, and dentist appointments and paid your own bills and remembered to clean your teeth. (You DID remember to clean your teeth, didn’t you, stinky?)
But in this tightly woven mesh of daily life, there are inevitably some things that slip through the net. And they turn out to be pretty important things, too - like your PIN number.Click here to read more...