Here’s what we need to just get out of the way:
My writing is crap.
Also, if another child gets out of bed to tell me something “important,” I may actually start crying. REAL tears.
It’s not that I don’t want to listen to them tell me their importants, but I don’t really want to listen. (Because that makes sense.) (With the italics and all.) But by nine pm, my brain needs to not process anything else relating to a child. I’m serious. Math, friends, book reports, lost flip-flops, guitar lessons, oral hygiene or lack thereof, personal hygiene or lack thereof, pet feeding or lack thereof, and/or anything relating to any episode ever filmed in any season of River Monsters.
I find that my mental capacity these days is perfectly suited for something like Facebook: I open it. I scroll through the ticker tape of declarations. I laugh. I roll my eyes. I like a thing or two. And then, I’m done. It’s night-night time for me. Until my husband reminds me about our 90-day-reading-the-Book-of-Mormon challenge, in which case I roll over the pick my iPad back up off the floor and say, “OK. But NO DISCUSSING.”
And then, “Can you just read to me?”
Him: “Brooke?”
Me: “I’m just resting my eyes.”
There was a time I prided myself on being a fairly respectable mother, I mean, a fairly respectable woman. There was a time I felt smart and with-it and thought the ditzy lady antic would never touch me. But here it is—with cold, true fingers that grasp and won’t let go.
The issue of the moment is not that I stop mid-sentence to try and remember the end of the sentence. Or that I forget to tell my kids’ teachers that they (the kids) will be missing several days of school and need their homework and class work to take with them. It’s not even really all that problematic when the only thing I talk about with the baby when we’re home alone all day is about how much the dog stinks. (Because the baby has learned three words from that, “puppy,” “Sunny,” and “ewwww.”) No! The issue of the moment is that it’s almost my turn to think of a book for my neighborhood’s book club and I CAN’T THINK OF ANY!
So, dear Segullah readers, will you help a mama out? What good books have you read lately? What books make for good discussions? What books could I feasibly get through without having to pawn the reading off to my husband?
And what know you of a hopefully temporary brain-fog? Does it lift? And WHEN?
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