I have stupid moments like this that depress me all day. I'm a college graduate for crying out loud. I read. I write. Yet my brain is still mush.
Then there are times like yesterday. I have a break though -- a moment of genius clarity -- and I think, "Okay. So maybe I'm not so dumb after all."
As I've mentioned before, my little family is out of town camped in a hotel room. I say "camped," because being in a luxurious hotel room with a king size bed is not a treat. It's almost a punishment. We have a tiny fridge that barely fits all Mugga's juice and yogurt. In haste to stock up on things for my daughter, I failed to buy myself water bottles. Instead of coughing up $3.50 at the hotel for 12 oz. of water, I chose to drink it from the bathroom tap. Yuck.
Taking naps has been so difficult. Sleeping in the same room? Even worse. Imagine sharing a room with someone who goes to bed at 8 p.m. You, on the other hand, like to live a little more at night. You know, do crazy things like watch TV. Unfortunately you know that even the smallest noise will awaken your moody roommate. She can even hear the typing clicks of a keyboard.
This trip has been hell.
The main problem of sharing a room with my daughter is that she will not sleep if she can see her parents. I've left the room and stood in the hall while she drifts off to sleep, but eventually sometime during her slumber she'll stir and look over. She sees me, she's awake.
The main problem of sharing a room with my daughter is that she will not sleep if she can see her parents. I've left the room and stood in the hall while she drifts off to sleep, but eventually sometime during her slumber she'll stir and look over. She sees me, she's awake.
Last night she went down fine. When she woke up at 2:30 a.m. and realized she was in the same room as mom and dad, she was upset. "I should be in that beautiful king size bed too, and not this lame crib," she says with her cries.
It's been hard, so hard.
In the closet I found an extra blanket, draped it across the TV armoire and a tall lamp (unplugged), and wha-la! Instant parent blocker. She couldn't see me in her crib, I couldn't see her on the bed. I read a book for two complete hours with absolutely no interruption.
So maybe sometimes I forget what 8x9 is. Maybe I run to the grocery store and forget to grab fresh basil for dinner -- even if I brought the recipe with me. But maybe, sometimes maybe, I come up with solutions that even MacGyver would approve off. And today, this makes me a genius.
It's been hard, so hard.
But today -- today -- my brain cells worked. As I was getting Mugga ready for her afternoon nap, a genius thought came into my mind. I need to make a barrier.
In the closet I found an extra blanket, draped it across the TV armoire and a tall lamp (unplugged), and wha-la! Instant parent blocker. She couldn't see me in her crib, I couldn't see her on the bed. I read a book for two complete hours with absolutely no interruption.
So maybe sometimes I forget what 8x9 is. Maybe I run to the grocery store and forget to grab fresh basil for dinner -- even if I brought the recipe with me. But maybe, sometimes maybe, I come up with solutions that even MacGyver would approve off. And today, this makes me a genius.
6 comments:
don't worry veeda. i am like this now, and i don't even have my kid out of my belly yet. in fact, i feel like i have had moments like this all the time. you are a busy mom/person in general. it only makes sense you would forget simple things from time-to-time. and yes, i forget the fresh herbs too.
this is great advice for me in the future when my lil' one is doing the same.
My friend with 3 children says that (when she enters a room and immediately forgets what she went there for), she'll say alound, "My name is ___! My name is ____!"
She explains, "Even if I can't remember what I went there for, at least I can remind myself that I still know who I am!"
I've employed this trick myself (and shared it with my grandmother who has much the same issue) and usually, with that little boost of self-confidence- you'll remember the thing you'd thought you forgot.
At least you, my friend, and my grandmother have valid excuses. I think I'm just naturally blonde.
I was the smart mouthed kid growing up that corrected everyones grammar. Recently I cannot believe what I catch myself saying and trying to spell. I think I will be slower until the kids are all speaking in sentences. It is hard to talk to a baby and then try to have an adult conversation. You really have to slow down and simplify your word choices. That's my excuse anyway.
*sigh*
Brain cells.
I replenish mine with lot of public radio.
:)
Don't we all have these moments? Hope you guys are home and back to your routine now!
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