While The Woman was pregnant she would often make reference to “pregnancy brain” whenever she had some sort of gaff. Apparantly women become forgetful with all of those hormones and baby parts plowing around their insides. I guess their minds are just a tad distracted (you try getting kicked in the stomach from… well… in your stomach and maintain your concentration at the same time). What hasn’t been explained is how her hormones invaded MY mind and turned me into a complete dufus.
Normally I’m rather rational and collected, but over the past few months I’ve inched closer and closer to a full-on raging moron. It was never more evident than mere days after our kitchen was completed (oh yeah, I still have to post about that, don’t I?). While transporting leftover Chinese food to the fridge I managed to flip a HUGE container of fried rice all over our beautiful new tile floor.
Alright, I may not be the most coordinated guy, but (while sober) I’ve never really dropped anything more than the occasional crumb on the floor. This can actually be frustrating for The Woman as it tends to shine a spotlight on the fact that she is guaranteed to spill something on herself whenever wearing new clothes (that’s also when she’s most likely to let out some obscenities that are sooooo much cuter coming from her). Regardless, not only was I the first person to spill food in the new kitchen, but I managed to COAT the floor with the greasy remains of a full dinner – badly enough that the wet/dry vac made an appearance.
And now that she is recovering from 9 months of construction in her uterus, my brain is still on some sort of extended paternity leave. Last night (or was it the freakin’ night before? Damned if I know) I managed to pour myself a glass of water right after filling up the Brita pitcher. for those of you unaware of just how one of their pitchers works, rest assured that is not the correct usage and resulted in giving our dresser a sponge bath.
Even more annoying is never knowing WHAT DAY OF THE WEEK IT IS! I’m serious. Sure, I took Friday off which made it feel like Saturday and Saturday felt like Sunday and Sunday felt like a new day of the week not yet invented that gave us a third day off, but WHY DOES TODAY FEEL LIKE TUESDAY? Practically every week for the last couple of months I’ve found myself planning work on Tuesday and thinking there was only 2 days left in the week or walking in on Thursday morning looking forward to the weekend starting at the end of the day. WHERE IS MY MIND?!?!
Then again, maybe some of my friends will pop on here and say, “Dude, you were never clear-headed or rational”. But then I’ll be forced to point out that they are used to me drinking and playing video games – all bets are off then…
It’s the End of the World As I Know It, and I Feel Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
It’s the lack of sleep. After awhile you forget that you haven’t slept in months because it just feels normal, but it makes you stupid. On top of that, you use the tiny bit of metal energy you have left to keep from accidentally hurting or forgetting your baby, which leaves no brain space for anything else. When Davey was about 3 months old I started a fire in the house because I turned the stove on with a dish towel lying right next to the burner.
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and it doesn’t get better, just different.
I recently woke up one Thursday morning and thought it was Friday. I didn’t realize it until I got to work and looked at my calendar. I mentioned it to a friend in the coffee bar. When I saw him a bit later on, he patted me on the shoulder and wished me a happy Friday. Bastard….
On a completely different note, what was with DeSean’s “backwards pass” during that first halfg. It was like “I’m running into the end zone… I’m running into the end zone… I’m gonna score… Dude! Where’s my ball?”
Now that the Cowboys retook the lead that might become the game-breaking move for the Eagles!
Of course, I don’t like either team. You know, as somebody who grew up in Giants territory :-P. But since I live in Dallas, you know… when in Rome. That and I picked the Cowboys to win in my survivor league :-).
Does the hospital stamp newborns with the warning “May cause drowsiness, memory loss, and loss of coordination. Do not attempt to operate heavy machinery,” before discharging them?
Where are you? I miss your stories…