Take a break. Tiredness Kills.
We’ve all read the signs on the motorway.
If this is true though, how on earth are new parents supposed to take care of a baby, any other children and themselves when you’ve had less sleep than you had when you pulled all nighters in your teens?
This my friends is why baby brain was invented.
I got it quite badly after Boo and, I’m not going to lie, it never really left.
This time though it is back and
My health visitor came this week and Boo asked who is that. ‘It’s Sarah,’ I replied. She cleared her throat and said ‘It’s Claire.’
Oops. I later noticed she even had a name badge around her neck which was clearly labelled Claie. Not Sarah.
The next instance is terrible. It could have ended in disaster. It didn’t though so I will tell you.
On our first trip out, just me and the two children, we went food shopping and got back in the car.
Boo and Beb were in the back of the car and I was patting myself on the back for a relatively event-less trip.
‘Muuuummmmy’ Boo began. Rolling my eyes and expecting her to ask for choc or tell me she’d seen a yellow car, she said it again.
‘Muuuuummmmy’. ‘Yes sweetie?’ I replied.
‘George’s seat is moving’. We had only left the parking space. With horror, I looked in the kiddy viewing mirror (it came with the car-so good).
Beb had been tied into his car seat but I hadn’t tied his seat with the seatbelt. Oh my goodness.
I am so relieved that my clever little Boo is so observant. Some other four year olds may not have noticed or not have said anything.
Needless to say, it is now the first thing I check.
Slightly less dramatic, I watched an episode of Take Me Out one Saturday night and the man and the woman who went to Fernando’s had dated before. I was dying to see if they rekindled their romance (I don’t get out much).
So, the following Saturday, I sat there waiting. It got to 55 minutes into the hour long show and I was beginning to think maybe there had been some spectacular bust up for the producers not to show it.
It then dawned on me that I must have seen that particular show two weeks earlier and not remembered to watch the follow-up show the week before. I never did find out if they got on.
Smaller instances have happened of course. I have wondered on a number of occasions if I have fed the dog. No doubt the poor neglected animal has had no food on one day and six pouches the next. Thankfully, Boo selflessly feeds her own dinner to her so she doesn’t starve.
Hubster has eaten the same evening meal three nights on the run because I’d forgotten what I had given him previously and just got another tub out of the freezer. Bless him though, he didn’t say anything until I asked. He must still be in fear of the hormones.
Here is the funniest thing of all about baby brain. Apart from the terrible car seat incident, I do manage to adequately care for and provide love for both Boo and Beb. It is just everything else that suffers.
It must just be natures way.