Being Late to Lose My Mind

When I heard the phrase "pregnancy brain," I thought it was a joke.  Being pregnant could seriously make you forget everything all the time?  Although I never really experienced the pregnancy brain deal so I still don't know how that feels, I now have an acute case of "Mommy of Two Brain."

I don't know if that is even a thing, but it sure should be.  No one ever told me that a side effect of having two kids would be forgetting everything and I mean EVERYTHING!  I can't remember basic things, heck, I'm happy if I remember my kids' names. There have been multiple instances where I went to fill my water bottle from the water dispenser in our refrigerator, and then gone on to do something else while it fills.  Just to come back to a large puddle on my floor and water pouring out of the top of my water bottle.  Oops!  I was at my parents' house last week and put some food on a pan for lunch and thought I put it in the oven. I went to put some clothes in the washer, come back and there is the pan still on the counter! Ugh...

Perfect example: I've been thinking for days of what to write on here and various times where I've forgotten things I didn't forget before, and now I can't think of those things.

The other thing I never really understood about being a parent, was punctuality.  Why couldn't people with kids ever show up to things on time? Work, meetings, outings, appointments...How come parents can't get it together in time to be at the designated place at a designated time.

Then boom I had my first child and was happy if I made it anywhere on time!  No matter how early I got up and got the both of us ready, I was late for work most days.  (Thank goodness I had kind of set my own hours with my boss so it wasn't too much of a big deal that I was a few minutes late, as long as I got my work done.) I was becoming that person who couldn't show up on time when I had generally been 10-15 minutes early for work before having my son.

Let's make matters worse and add another child into the mix. Now I really can't make it anywhere on time.  It never fails, I'm all ready to be on time and get out the door, and then I realize I forgot something or my daughter throws up all over and I have to go change her.  The norm for her is to poop after I've got her in the car seat and am literally walking out the door or just seconds away from doing so.

I am ecstatic when get somewhere early or even on time.  I've found that I can boost my ego in this area of my life by making plans with other parents.  If they show up later than me (even if I'm late), I am golden!