Sometimes I feel like my brain is full. As if it has reached its capacity for information that can be processed in a day. I swear I can almost here a “ding” at which point I know my satiation levels have been maxed out, and any content attempting to penetrate my operating system will ultimately be rejected by my memory bank. Have I also mentioned I have been spending too much time in front of a computer.

Before having a baby I had to think about my basic needs, my work requirements, my social obligations, and if I looked hot in high-wasted jeans. Then I squirted this infant out and I had to start thinking about her all the time. Dealing with a baby who is 100,000,000,000,000,000,007% dependent on you means that you have to think of their every need because they are still too lazy to. Have they eaten, do they need to sleep, are they still wearing their pajamas, are they teething, are they sick, do they have everything they need in their diaper bag, do I have a change of clothes for when the puke grape jelly on their shirt, are they sitting in ass vomit? You have a checklist of 45 things just to leave the house, and by the time you get them in the car seat you have to go back inside and put them to bed because it is nighttime.

Now that I am working again I have so much on my mind I think my brain is going to detonate. Just remembering that I have things to remember is a challenge so complex I have to write “remember to remember” on my hand.

“I totally see where you are coming from Mom. I have so much to think about with my baby doll’s needs, like have I dipped her head in the toilet today, if I poked her eyes enough times, whether or not I dropped her down the stairs… things of this nature.”