Yesterday hubby sent me a text asking when we moved to our house.
’26 January 2006′ I fired back without even thinking about it.
‘Wow, that was quick. And you’re good’ he text back.
That little comment made me reminisce about how good my memory once was.
‘Memory like an elephant. Up until 2008 anyway!’ (And yes, I had to check the text to see what I had replied!)
Unfortunately, my memory does not work like that anymore.
I now struggle to remember what I did two days ago, conversations I had with people yesterday & texts/emails/tweets I sent five minutes ago.
Sometimes I even think about replying to someone & my brain tricks me into thinking I’ve already done it.
In my previous life I had a caseload of around 120 clients. I knew all of them! I could place names with faces and even knew the names of their kids, husbands/wives/partners, where they lived, what they did and other random details about them. All off the top of my head.
Now, I’m lucky if I can remember my own kids names! Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get the jist.
What the hell happened?
Is there some sort of pregnancy hormone that dictates you’ll remember all sorts of specific details about your past but your short term memory is shot? Which means you can’t remember to buy milk when you’ve gone to the shop purposely to get it. You still forget to give your friend the present you bought for their little one’s birthday in April (that happened yesterday, sorry). And you hide presents your friends gave you in advance for your own kid’s birthdays somewhere safe so they don’t find them, only to still be looking for them six months later. Thankfully I’ve found it now. And thank god it was a book and a toy, not clothes!
Is it because we only a limited amount of useable brain space and with two little people & all their needs, likes, dislikes, etc. there’s not much room left for other stuff that isn’t so important?
Actually, while we’re on that can someone please tell my brain that remembering to eat lunch, feed the dog, pay bills and reply to emails are all pretty important stuff?!?
Is it because that part of our brain that reminds us what we went into a room for escapes during the birthing process?
Or is it just me????
What was I talking about again?