Why is it that whenever I call technical support, for anything, their responses include the erroneous assumption that all my front teeth are missing.  My modem failed yesterday and not a single operator on my ISP’s support team would believe that I knew how to plug an electronic device into an outlet.


I finally replaced the modem, and I even successfully plugged it in.  But now I only have 75% of what I must say is a brilliant post on belts.


So in the meantime, a bit of trivial entertainment.  Nothing like the methodically calculated and systematically researched belt post in draft, but charming none the less.  


Yesterday, as I unloaded the dishwasher, I was thankful for the giggling banter I heard wafting from behind the pantry.  Drawn by their merriment, I went to investigate their quiet play.  Upon arrival, I was offered a handful of flour from the now open 25 lb bag.  

Instead of folding the laundry, we rewashed it, took a bath, and towel snuggled  while watching this little movie.  It is my favorite in many, many moons.

Have I mentioned that I floss regularly, worked in web development for 10 years, and have a masters degree?  I know how to plug a piece of electronics in.


What went off plan in your day?

I’ve been pining for an excuse to use this picture for months. Today is the day for cats playing tennis.

I was ready to mold my figure with maternity.  I was ready to acquiesce my time and energy to my progeny.  I was not ready to resign my intellect to motherhood.  


I do not embrace my fecund-ally linked stupidity.  


My scholarly, academic google research uncovered thousands of articles on how to flatten my abs post pregnancy; balance a family on one hip, career on the other; but where is the balm for baby brain?




When I poise my fingertips to write-I have beef stew for brains.  When I part my lips to speak, I require constant access to a search engine, using the Internet as an external brain drive to compensate for unexpected noun loss.    


Pretty soon my babies are going to need more from me than the ability to remember the entire alphabet.  They may want me to teach them how to string letters together.  Counting above ten may be required.


I want to remember the names of the medications I’m taking.  I want to navigate back to my parked car.


Consequently, I am going to bootcamp my brain.  The neural connections that were separated during pregnancy are going to be fused back together with the mere tenacity of my will if necessary.  

  
Has this happen to anyone else?  Am I the only one who lost their ability to form complete sentences post pregnancy?

In the meantime, I can still pick out a smart outfit.

Cropped Pants by J.Crew
Pumps by Joan & David