I know all the moms out there must feel like this at times. Why is it that I can't remember as well as I used to? Didn't I used to be an intelligent woman capable of holding a deep conversation and using complex vocabulary while understanding everything my fellow conversationalist was saying? I used to perform concertos and great works of music by Mozart, Bach, Griffes, and Hindemith. I used to write poems and use big words. What happened to that person? Now I can't remember when my chiropractor appointments are, what time I'm supposed to be at meetings, the time of story hour at the library (this is the same time every week, yet I can't seem to remember), and where I put my keys.
No comments:
Post a Comment