Mommy Brain. It’s a Real Thing.


its-a-real-thingThe absentmindedness started while I was pregnant. I would forget to buy milk at the grocery store. Or I would order my husband the wrong coffee drink on a morning doughnut run. It was funny, most of the time. But then the baby came out and took my sanity along with it. When I look into my future, I don’t see it coming back any time soon. Pregnancy brain has been replaced with mommy brain.

On a regular basis, I turn on the Keurig and don’t put a coffee mug under it. Or put apple juice in my mug instead of creamer. I reply to texts and later swear that I have no idea what people are talking about. I know a fraction of what’s happening in the world, and what I do know likely came from Facebook.

I swear I used to be a super organized, punctual business woman, who had it all together. I balanced house work, commuting, work travel and managed multi million dollar brands. I knew people’s phone numbers by heart and remembered people’s birthdays. But then, I grew a human inside my body and started taking care of her in this great big world. And my brain turned to mush.

Or so I thought.

  • The prices and SKU numbers of products I once sold were replaced by the sizes of diapers my child wears and how much they cost at each store.
  • The flight duration from Minneapolis to Denver was replaced by the estimated time it takes to get 2 kids ready and out the door to school on time.
  • The chemistry of beauty product ingredients was replaced by the plethora of ingredient label names that will make my allergic child sick.
  • My tidy kitchen, with no dirty dishes in sight, was replaced by no less than 3 sippy cups waiting to be washed.
  • The state of the economy and current events were replaced by the names and theme songs of my children’s favorite shows.
  • My quiet 60 minute commute filled with audio books was replaced by the Frozen soundtrack

My kids are thriving, even if I feel like my new brain isn’t as great as the pre-kids version. There’s only so much room in there and I’m keeping the stuff I use most at the forefront. Just like animals adapt to their surroundings, I’ve adapted to become great at my new job. I am, however, holding out hope that once I don’t have to keep track of their poop schedule, I can once again remember people’s phone numbers and birthdays.

And to all of you moms who manage amazing careers while being amazing moms, I take my hat off to you!

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Kristin graduated from the University of Minnesota—Twin Cities in 2003 with a degree in advertising and did product marketing in the beauty industry for seven years. She left the working world to start her family and now stays at home with her two spirited little girls, Nora 4 and Evelyn 2. She is wife to a true “Wisconsin Man” and together they love everything outdoors. When not spending time with her family, Kristin enjoys sewing, gardening, traveling, cooking (because she loves eating good food!), reading, the Packers and party planning. Her love for researching everything kid related has given her go-to status among her friends and family.