It's been well established that I can be a colossal ditz at times. I'm beginning to wonder if I should even be allowed outside the house, though, because of the stupid stuff I consistantly can't remember. Insignificant things like:
-The names of my students
-The names of books we've read in class (the kids totally nailed me on this one today--I was so embarassed!)
-Setting my alarm
Oh, and the teeny, tiny little matter of MY OWN NAME!
Last night at class I was getting ready to leave when one of my friends pulled me aside to ask if everything was okay at home. I was a little surprised that she was asking because I didn't remember mentioning anything about my home life to her recently, so I told her that no, everything was fine, and asked why she thought things might not be okay. Her answer? I had signed my maiden name on the class roster that night.
Whoops.
This wouldn't be so embarassing if I hadn't done exactly the same thing last week. Now, I did use my maiden name professionally while we lived in the DC area, so it's not like I've been using my married name for very long, but still! At least it makes for a somewhat amusing story (Juan got a kick out of it when I told him) so I guess pregmentia is at least good for a laugh. I just hope what little memory power I used to have comes back when this baby is born!
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Mine got worse after C was born. The first time I went to Target after having her, I was on my cell with my mom. I needed AA batteries. Despite the fact that I was standing in front of the battery display case I couldn't manage to figure out which were AA and talk at the same time. I was like, "Mom, I have to call you back. I can't think about two things at once!" I seriously thought I might have transferred half of my brain to that child for awhile.
LOL. That is hilarious! I'm seriously sitting here chuckling.
In situations like this, my dad (a doctor) used to ask me, "Is your uterus pressing on your brain again?"
Ummm... actually, yeah. :D
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