Sometimes I walk into a room and stand there turning in circles because I can’t for the life of me remember what the hell I came in there for.
They call it baby brain.
For some reason getting pregnant with you and giving birth to you has caused my synapses to freeze in slow motion. Simple words and phrases allude me like when you wake up from a dream and try desperately to hold onto it’s details. That is me all day, chasing the dragon of my thoughts but never being fast enough to catch them.
I want to add a pithy photo here but don’t have the energy to find one so you will just have to use your imagination and visualize me running after my thoughts and my thoughts are shaped like a dragon.