Since having bb I have often hinted that my sanity levels have been somewhat compromised. The shift from two children to three robbed me of my ability to multi task, organise and of my memory function. For the first few months I dealt with some rather rubbish post natal blues which me and he who helped create them dealt with in our way. Him by trying to be supportive and caring, and me by yelling a lot and spending much time with mascara dripping down my cheeks asking if I was going crazy.
I am pleased to report in recent months things have been better in the mad house, I have been much less prone to emotional meltdowns and feel that the post natal blues are pretty much behind me. However my sanity does seem to have been affected certainly in the memory department. Yesterday I threw the husband and kids out of the door yelling ‘you are late’ as they clutched party presents and headed eight miles down the road for a school friends birthday. An hour later they all returned a little despondent as mummy had the date wrong and the party is next week. (At least the presents are wrapped now and we know where we are going – some call that forward planning.)
But that example of my post natal brain is small fry compared to todays rather idiotic display of stupidity on my part. BB and I popped into town for a few bits and upon return to the car I lovingly lifted my rather sleepy daughter into her seat and securely fastened her in. We were in a tight spot and as my car is the size of a bus I had to fold the buggy down and carry it over a rather nice BMW in order to access the boot. I left my nappy bag and my pretty little just purchased daffodils on the hood of the car and gave BB the keys to play with (who needs toys when you have keys.)
Upon return to the car I hopped in the driver’s seat and retrieved the keys from a then very unhappy BB and proceeded to set off back to the homestead. I must have got ten metres when an old dear driving a tiny little car started flashing and beeping her horn at me. Smiling at the senile old love I waved and mouthed silently that yes I was leaving and yes she could have my space. Then the old bat wound down her window and started shouting in a way that was not becoming to a woman of her age; and I couldn’t catch a word of it as I had Radio One pounding in my ears. Realising that she was not going to give up; I stopped the car and climbed out of my seat to see if she wanted help in parking or crossing the street or something similar.
“you drove over your bag!” – said the clearly not senile in any way old lady.
“Oh arse” said the clearly either very post natal or just plain stupid old me.
Very red faced and a little bit worried I climbed back into my car. My nappy bag contains everything, including camera (for up to date pictures of BB) a work blackberry and my own mobile. After the toasting of the original blackberry I didn’t think I could call work once more whilst on maternity leave to ask for a new phone again. Anyway I needed to survey the damage and retrieve my bag and so I decided (to the complete amazement of the old dear) that rather than reach under the car to pick up my squashed bag I would reverse over it once more and then lift it out of the road. I don’t think even I can claim post natal on that action I think that is clearly just pure stupidity.
The final straw came when after checking all items were safe which they were but for a covering of orange and mango fruit puree; I went again to leave the car park and as I drove up the road I watched my lovely daffodils scatter like flies into the road in front of me as I had still failed to put them in the bloody car.
So what do you think post natal or just plain stupid?