Does motherhood make you dumber?

I love being a mom, with all my heart. Nothing’s made me happier. But, once in a while, I find myself questioning my IQ.

Like when I bustled my 2 children into the men’s restroom at church yesterday. Not to worry, I quickly exited before the guy washing his hands glimpsed the red-faced female invading his domain.

Bustled, is that even a word?

You see what I mean.

Yes, I question my intelligence when, despite graduating with a 3.9 from college, the only things that seem to occupy my brain are thoughts such as...

Okay when is the last time I fed the baby.

What should I make for dinner.

What should I make for dinner that doesn’t require eggs, milk, cheese, bread or butter.

Did I remember to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.

If Carter wastes another roll of toilet paper by stuffing it into the toilet one more time, so help me...

Why can’t they just get along?

Does yogurt count as a fruit and a dairy?

How do I fix the door that my 3-year-old ripped off its hinges.

How do I fix the computer that my 2-year-old was at for one second and somehow switched everything around.

If child #1 hits child #2, how long will it take for child #2 to scream? And will child #2 stop screaming on his own or do I really have to go break this thing apart?

I wonder if there's a way to get nail polish off the walls without taking off the paint.

“Do you need a time-out?” “Do you need a time-out?” “Do you need a time-out?”

“Do you need to go potty?” “Do you need to go potty?” “Do you need to go potty?”

If the time is 11:04 a.m. and Nate left for work at 8:30 a.m., how many hours will it take for him to GET HOME?

The inventor of PB&J deserves a reward because if it weren’t for him/her my Jenna just might starve.

Did I really just shout, "WE DO NOT PUT OUR FEET ON THE BABY'S FACE!"??

Patience, Erika, patience. You can handle it, don't lose it, DON'T LOSE- you lost it. Well if the kids would just LISTEN I wouldn't LOSE IT!

Now you are talking to yourself.

YAY I trimmed Logan’s fingernails in ONE SITTING!

How does THIS HAPPEN! (observing the house I cleaned just hours before.)

Seriously HOW DOES IT HAPPEN?!

Are the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? Shouldn’t it be easier to tell?

Where is my purse/keys/other shoe/phone/child/mind?

If I need to get to Point B from Point A at Predetermined Hour, how early do I need to start loading kids in the car from Point A in order to make it to Point B on time?

I showered! Yippee!

So. Does motherhood make you dumber? Naaahhh. Okay maybe I’m more forgetful and not quite the critical thinker I once was. Maybe my mind is all soft and mushy, full of warm and fuzzy love for my babies, and humdrum household tasks. BUT... I am SURE all my smart thoughts are still in there SOMEWHERE, amid the “I sure do miss Logan’s pre-solid-food yellow poop days cause this is just NASTY” and the “Did I put deodorant on today” musings. I just wish they’d come out more often, say, like when I’m strolling into the men’s bathroom.