I actually had this conversation with another mom I met the other day:
“So, you’re Angela, and your daughter’s name is…um, Ella?” I said to her.
“Madeline”, she replied, smiling.
“I’m sorry. Madeline, right.” I said.
“Yup, Madeline, Henry, and Kasey. Those are my kids,” she said.
“Then why did you say Ella?” I asked her.
She gave me look, and said, “I didn’t. You did.”
I don’t think she and I will be going to lunch any time soon.
While driving the other day, I stopped in the middle of the intersection to stare at the oncoming car, wondering vaguely if he had a stop sign. When his frantic honking made me start from my reverie and realize he didn’t have a stop sign, I sped off, passing the turn I wanted to make in my total embarrassment at being an imbecile and my relief that I hadn’t caused an accident.
Dh and I no longer finish sentences when we speak. Nor do we actually use nouns. And we lose stuff. We frequently have conversations that go like this:
“Did you, um, see where I put the, uh, thing?”
“Thing? What thing are you talking about? I need more than ‘thing’”.
“You know, the thing, the thing that picks up dirt from the, um, other thing.”
“The vacuum? Are you looking for the vacuum? It’s right there, over by that thing.”
“Yes, that thing. Thanks.”
My baby is almost 5 months old, and after a few tired days of jetlag from a mini vacation to Arizona, she has pretty much settled back into a routine where she basically sleeps through the night, with just one feeding around 4 or 5am, then back to sleep until 8. (Yeah, J NEVER did so well). She is cheerful, my son is cheerful, and yet DH and I still feel like zombies. I don’t remember it being this hard last time, either because I recovered sooner, or I have blocked it all out entirely. I’m voting for the latter.
It amazes me that anybody survives infancy while being cared for by such tired parents. Really, it must take a village to raise a child, just so that everybody can get enough sleep.
Anybody else have zombie parent stories?
The other day I found a cereal box in the fridge. I think we all need a nap.