Where is my Brain

Alright, I know you get a case of forgetfulness when you get pregnant. But does your memory ever come back. I swear, I feel like Bullwinkle some times, well, most of the time. People say "write a list", shoot I forget where I would put it.
I used to have a brain as sharp as a Vikings battle ax. I could have rocked your world at the children's game "Memory". I could remember authors, quotes, people. They say you become more stupid when you smoke. Ha even then, I had straight A's. Now I don't even know what day it is, can't remember what I did yesterday, and loose every damn thing. I'm an avid reader, but now I find myself back stepping chapters to remember what happened a few pages before.
I guess what brought this forgetful frenzy on, is the misplacement of my beloved planner/ wallet. So what if the calender in the planner was two years old, and scribbled with all my doctors appointments from being pregnant. I loved that thing. Okay, okay, more like I loved the stuff in it. Like my ID, my social security cards, violets shot records, bank cards, receipts, and eye glass prescriptions. It was pretty much my portable filing cabinet.
I stayed up fuming at myself all night, and didn't entirely wake up in the most loveliest mood this morning. More like a wild animal. I started thinking. All those things I can get back. Yes, it is going to take some time, and lots of hours standing in lines with stinky people all as pissed off as I am at the MVD asshole that can't get their butts in gear. So I realized it is just going to be an issue of digging up some patience (though I wish I could just buy some),So what was I so upset about.
Then it hit me like a pigeon hitting the windshield. I'm pissed off at myself! I mean gosh, leaving it on top of the van roof. Yup, that's right. And you know the messed up part of it. My mom actually said as she saw me set it up there, "Don't forget your wallet." I still blame her for making me loose my train of thought, You know the one where I was repeating in my head "Don't forget my wallet."
I was mad that not even a month ago, I had left it in a restaurant only to argue with the receptionist that I didn't have an ID to show proof that it was mine because my ID was in the wallet. I was mad at all the times I forgot my grocery list at home, struggle to remember what I needed at the store, only to enter my vehicle and see the damn list on the seat. I was mad at all the times I have done laundry and have lost my clothes from the short trip to the bedroom from the laundry room. I still can't find my damn yoga pants. I loved not doing yoga in those pants!
One of my mommy friends told me "your brain shrinks when you have kids. Don't worry though it goes back to normal after a few years." Well, I did some research. I didn't find and science behind it, but it does seem to be a common flaw among mothers. I guess as long as I remember to change the babies diapers, feed her, and wipe front to back, I'm in the clear. BUT DAMN!!!! Will my brain ever be "my brain" again.

"Concerning culture as a process, one would say that it means learning a great many things and then forgetting them; and the forgetting is as necessary as the learning" ~Albert J. Nock