This is Monday.

With 24 minutes left of Monday I felt like I needed to get this in, quickly.  I mean, what is a Monday story on a Tuesday?  Exactly.  I've always considered myself a semi-organized person, semi-put together, semi-planner.  I make sure that every Sunday night my bag, Liv's bag, and my nursing bag are replenished.  EVERY-SUNDAY-NIGHT.  Exciting, I know.

Well, when you hear stories about "mommy brain" and think to yourself, "Pshh, that will never happen to me."  I am here to burst your sweet, sweet bubble.  It will happen to you.  Trust me, ladies.  I was one of those women that refused to believe I would ever be affected by "mommy brain".  Boy was I wrong.  

Let me tell ya about today.  Today was absolutely perfect.  A perfect disaster, that is.  I work up took a shower, got dressed, woke up Liv, got her dressed, nursed her, and brought her to bed with Felipe.  I went downstairs grabbed all the bags and proceeded to walk to the key holder.  That is when I realized that my keys were not in its usual location.  "No biggie, " I thought.  So, I grabbed my purse and looked in the ONLY pocket my keys could possibly be in.  Well, guess what?  THEY WERE NOT THERE!  So, I dug around some more.  Nothing.

I mildly began to panic.  I kept going over the events of the previous day over and over in my head.  Where had I last seen those keys?  I searched the kitchen, I went out to Felipe's car, I searched his trunk, I pulled out Liv's stroller to search the underneath basket, and NOTHING.  My keys, my life-line to humanity were gone.  Just like that, gone.  I came back inside and started to look under the couch.  Nothing.

I had finally resolved that I must have dropped my keys at the restaurant during dinner.  Perfect, how was I going to explain that I lost my keys.  I was about to sit on the floor and allow myself a good cry when I decided I should go through my bag one-more-time.  Yup, you guessed it.  There they were.  Just staring me in the face.  They were in the very pocket I had looked.  WHAT THE FUDGE!

There was no time for celebration. I did a quick little victory jump and got my tush out of the house.  I get in my car, turn it on and realize, I DON'T HAVE GAS. Ugh.  True story.  

These are the types of incidences that happen daily.  Blame it on the exhaustion, blame it on the lack of sleep, blame it on the mommy brain.

Good night!

xx

Renata