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I Got Nothin'

...so here's a really cute picture of my kid!

 


One thing I noticed whilst reading my diaries last week was that dudes, I used to be smart. I was all, "As Nietzsche said," or "As George Eliot so richly depicted in Middlemarch," or "I think I'm more of an Augustinian than a Pelagian." Huh? I want to know two things: What was I talking about, and where did all that knowledge go? Is it gone for good, or is it just lying dormant in my head, waiting to re-emerge once I no longer have to devote all my brain matter to calculating whether we have enough fruit snacks to last through the week, or contemplating what, exactly, is in that sippy cup behind Phoebe's bedroom door that I keep forgetting to retrieve, or wondering how I'm going to get Mallory to stop pinching me every time I tell her no? Will I ever quote anything besides Sandra Boynton or Dr Seuss again?

I mean, I guess it's worth the trade-off, but still. Dude. I miss my brain.
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MomofK9s said…
I am sure it's there. You just don;t have to pull it out that often. I go back and read some of my old essays from college and I am all amazed that I could describe all the events of World War II in such depth or Discuss the New Deal. Now I am thinking "Deal or No Deal"!
2:52 PM
Anonymous said…
Krista, that is hilarious! It will probably re-emerge when your girls think that you are really not very smart at all.

Something to look forward to!

Mom
5:03 PM
aimee said…
I'm wondering the same thing. I mean, I never quoted George Eliot or Nietzche, much less even knew who those fellas were, BUT I did more than spell THIS 20 times for my child. I was stumped today when Rhett asked me how to spell "THER". Huh? He finally said, "As in bro-ther!" Oh. Talk about problem solving.
It is called Mommy Brain. And I don't know how long it lasts. Sigh.

Cute picture of Phoebe! :)
5:15 PM
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