I used to be able to blame it on pregnancy brain, then lack of sleep due to babies waking in the night and little children needing me to hug away their bad dreams. Now that there aren't any infants in the house and my kids basically sleep through the night, I'm not sure what to say when I simply can't jog my memory for the name of the person I'm saying hi to, whose face I know I know, but can't place. This happens to me with words too. Not descriptive words, but object names. Like what do you call that thingamabob you use to wipe your nose? Oh yeah, a tissue.
Often these nouns and proper nouns come to me within 10 to 30 minutes, which is too late for me to make the proper greeting -- "Oh hi Jason. Nice to see you. How's Anna?" -- or keep me from seeming like a complete scatterbrain -- "Ella, please use a tissue to wipe your nose, not your sleeve."
These are not quite senior moments; at 40 I know I'm not senior enough for that. I prefer to think of them as Over-Extended-Signed-Up-For-Too-Many-Volunteer-Positions-Trying-To-Write-But-Have-To-Drive-Carpool-Wow-There's-Alot-Of-Laundry moments.
Motherhood.
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