I am so glad that scientists, and the general public, are finally
recognizing there’s a reason mothers forget things. And not just new mothers. It’s
called “mommy brain.” With all that mothers have going on in their lives it’s
no wonder they forget. They have to balance children’s activities, work (paid
or volunteer) outside the home, and marriage. Plus housekeeping. Moms are bound
to forget things. When my children were younger, I had a huge office-type
calendar on which we wrote our activities using a multi-colored pen. Four
people, four colors. I let everyone know if it wasn’t on the calendar they were
in deep doo-doo. I couldn’t be expected to pick someone up from baseball
practice if I didn’t know about it. Telling me didn’t count.
Fast forward several years. With only two of us, you’d think
I could remember things. Nope. It has to go on the calendar—regular size now. I
even have a calendar on my computer for blog guests and my own blogging
assignments. So why did I forget that today was my turn to blog here? Because I
didn’t look at the calendar.
Whenever I schedule my posts (usually the night before), I’m
amazed that some of the other authors have their posts scheduled so far in
advance. I admire people who are well prepared. That is not me. I’m the
last-minute type. I fritter away my time, or get so involved in my current WIP,
then rush around to meet my deadlines.
When those of us of a certain age (don’t you love that
expression that encompasses so many years?) forget things, we use the term “senior
moment.” I think senior moment is mommy brain grown up. Frankly, I like the
term mommy brain better. Either way, that’s why this post is late.
At least, I didn’t forget altogether. Right?
When
Diane Burton isn’t blogging here on the 8th and 30th of each month or on her
own site http://dianeburton.blogspot.com/
on Mondays, she’s writing romantic adventure stories that take place on Earth
and beyond.This week, she left her brain in outer space.
