Did you ever wonder how it is that you can know SO MUCH and yet SO LITTLE all at the same time?
I don’t know about you but Ive got all sorts of stuff crammed into my cranium. My brain is a fountain of knowledge most is useless, some is important.
I know things like my kids daily schedules, their medical records, what kind of chips they like, what their test scores are, who was mean to them on the bus, what their favorite underwear looks like, where their shoes are, why Squidward hates Spongebob, and on and on .
Not to mention big people stuff that I know like when to pay the mortgage, where my grocery card is, how to avoid getting a ticket, how to do my job correctly, how to file taxes, where the best coffee in Frederick is, how to balance my checkbook, where my husbands keys are
I just cant remember anything else. There is no more room at the inn. I am convinced that I am so filled with information that it is literally oozing out of my ears and quite frankly, nothing else will fit.
That is the only explanation I can offer for my unique ability to forget simple things, like, names of my children or words I learned in kindergarten.
The other day I forgot the word C U P. I even concentrated and seriously couldnt pull the word out of my brain. C U P. (Only three little letters and I totally couldnt think of it.) This happens to me all the time anymore.
Come to think of it, I also find myself walking aimlessly around my house these days. I start out with a purpose, but then two minutes into it I forget where the heck I was going and why. I just stand there staring blankly.
They (whoever THEY are) call it MOMNESIA. A mixture of motherhood and amnesia.
And it is real, friends.
A SIDE NOTE: Not too long ago I found some old papers that I wrote in college. (We are talking the 90s here, folks. Ive had a couple of years to grow intellectually since then.) Well, anyway, I IMPRESSED myself. Wow! I mean there were complete sentences with words that I dont even know anymore in there. The writing made sense. It had a beginning, middle and end. Phenomenal.
When my Momnesia gets really bad and I want to feel better about myself I just pull out those old term papers. Instantly I feel like a genius. Makes my student loans suddenly worth it.