I’m not sure what has happened to me over the last few years. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always been a terrible procrastinator, or should that say I’m a fantastic procrastinator? But I always used to be on time, as a matter of fact I was usually ridiculously early. Maybe this was a habit from when I couldn’t drive, so needed to plan ahead around bus times or walking? I’m not sure.
Even when I had four small children nipping at my ankles I could get all of us out the door and wherever we were heading in the blink of an eye. I also had this magical ability of reading a a hospital appointment letter and being able to remember the time and date, even if it was months away.
Then I turned 30, became pregnant with O and all that changed. My brain seemed to turn to mush, I missed appointments and suddenly started losing track of time. By the time we had an actual newborn in the house we were rarely where we were supposed to be at the time we were supposed to be there.
Even after two years it feels like I still forget everything in the blink of an eye. Can it really be called “baby brain” when said baby is now two years old and is walking and talking (well, full on talking might be pushing it a bit too far, let’s say communicating, he does that really well).
Just a quick interjection here here to say that I was supposed to making dinner and while the veg was cooking thought I would sit and write a bit of this post, instead of sorting the kitchen. Here are the results of my procrastinating. I tried to save them but the taste was just awful!
