Living Up to My Name

When I first started this blog, I struggled with the name. There were so many clever ones taken, I had no idea what to call my own. I thought about where I was in my life, a phrase that would describe my feelings about motherhood.

I remember being in a fog in the weeks and months after Big J was born. Always forgetting things, my brain had turned to mush. It was not uncommon for me to search frantically for my car keys only to find them in my purse, right where I left them. Or, to have cereal for breakfast and put the box back in the refrigerator. Oh, and there was one time I washed my hair with conditioner. So I settled on "Another Mommy Moment," because I felt that described what I was going through. I've often been accused of having a "blonde moment" so I figured a "mom moment" was the next logical step.

As J got older, I had less and less mommy moments. Then, I got pregnant again. Little J was born a year ago this month and my brain is mush once more. Case in point: the hubby and I were cleaning out a bookcase, getting ready for our impending move when he found a book about Jerome Bettis, one of his fave football players. He was kind of confused.

"Where did this come from?" he asked.
"Isn't it yours?" I said.
"I've never seen this before," he continued.
"I got you that for Christmas." I reminded him.
"You did?" he asked.
"Yeah, don't you remember?"
"No."

It finally dawns on me that I never gave it to him. I picked up the book around the holidays, stashed it in the bookcase so he wouldn't find it, and totally forget about it!!

Merry (belated) Christmas honey!