Spending time with my boys is amazing, except when it comes to imaginative play. I really dislike imaginative play.
It’s the third morning in a row and I can’t remember if I fed the dog! I got up, fed the baby, changed the baby, and had some coffee. Those things I know for sure. There is evidence. I woke up because Jaret needed to eat, he has a clean dry diaper, and there is still a mug half full of warm coffee on the counter. But I can’t for the life of me remember if I fed Moose.
People say that when you are pregnant you get “baby brain”. They explain it as a fog, or a forgetfulness, moments of time when you are about to speak or act and draw a blank.
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