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The other day, I cursed out loud.
That is something I NEVER do, y’all. In fact, you better not tell anyone, for fear I might lose my job. I’m just glad it was just to myself.
It was yet ANOTHER one of those days. I had more things stacked on my plate that I could possibly take. I left work, went and got Libbie. I’d forgotten to pick up some recipes I needed off the printer. On my way to get Mr. V from school, I remembered the breast milk that had been in my bag to give to daycare was still in there.
After a day of running around trying to get things prepared to go out of town, being away from home the night before, chasing reprints at work, and trying to fix a meal for someone who lived far away without going home first…it was too much. I cursed.
I immediately recoiled and asked for forgiveness from God, but it still amazed me I had gotten to that point.
It seems almost every day lately I feel like the stupidest person alive. I guess it’s the 10-second-Mommy-memory. The packed schedule. The sleep deprivation. How many of those days can one girl take?
I don’t want Libbie to have a stupid momma. The thing is, I’m NOT stupid! It’s so frustrating to have this abysmal memory for details. Maybe I need to start doing more brain games or something.
What are your tools for battling mommy brain?
Oh, and the breast milk? I left it in the car overnight.