So I haven't looked into it yet, but maybe there's an oil for forgetfulness due to being tired/being milked/being tired. There must be! And I will find it! Because I just keep forgetting everything and then when people talk to me, they assume I know exactly what they are talking about but I don't. OR as they
are talking it then jogs my brain and I remember! BUT I can't make it too obvious that at first I didn't know what they were talking about and then the light bulb came on.
Because at first I'm overly confident and I'm thinking "clearly, this sweet person is talking to the wrong person but I'll just nod along politely because that's how I roll" and then BAM - in my head the memory floods right back and I think, holy crap! Ava DOES have Sarah's birthday party tomorrow and this lady is asking me about it. Do I know this person? Is this Sarah's mom (which would be even MORE horrifying)? No wait - I don't think it's Sarah's mom but it is clearly someone from Ava's daisy troop. And now she has PAUSED which clearly indicates she asked me a question while I was kicking myself and I now have to come up with a response. Oh my.
I have found laughing and smiling does the trick sometimes for two reasons - 1) It just may be an accepted response to the situation and no one gets hurt when we go our separate ways. 2) It may show I was confused and then they will have some pity on me and we can still be friends.
I wasn't always like this. I swear! I was very good with names, people, faces, etc. I wrote things in my calendar but who are we kidding? That was just for show because I would have remembered the appointment, the weekly schedule, the month and year Tony had his last root canal (yes, he has had more than one). I used to be ON FIRE. Now, the fire is clearly gone and I am at the mercy of my phone reminders or I just forget anyway after I turn the phone reminder off (sigh).
I walked excitedly into a place the other day to have a couple hours of pampering with no children and without being milked and the lovely man at the desk asked me who I was there to see. I confidently and clearly stated "Tessa" because I just knew I couldn't possibly have the name wrong of the person who was going to let me hang out in their establishment kid-less. Oh no. The lovely man had a blank look on his face. I started to panic. He turns to the woman next to him who then looks at me. So I began to just ramble - "Oh I must have heard the name wrong. I'm sorry. I have a newborn. I'm always tired (insert please-help-me-smile). This rambling seemed to have helped because a customer in the store reached out and touched my arm and smiled. So that was nice. So they handed me over to someone named Stephanie (probably the closest name to Tessa they could find in their establishment so that I wouldn't feel too bad) and all was well again.
So I'm hoping this just lasts for a little bit longer because having my old brain back would be really nice. And I think it will. I am hopeful (insert smiley face). BUT I am going to search for an oil for this because there's an oil for everything else so I am confident!
Happy Saturday!
-Emily
