Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Way out in the water… see it swimmin’…
One of the Pixies’ signature songs. They’re an indie alternative rock band from the 80’s, so if you don’t know them, I won’t blame you. I catch this song on our local radio station sometimes. There’s not much to it other than those lyrics I mentioned above, and yet, this song gets stuck in my head at least once a day. Mainly because Ill do something stupid, face-palm, and say “Where is my mind?”… cue me starting to sing in my head and it just goes from there. I usually just go through my day with the piano version stuck in my head.
I have no idea what the song is actually about- probably drugs to be honest, and you know what? In that case, then it definitely applies to my daily life. Not that I’m taking any mind-altering substances beyond my very much needed glass(es) of wine most evenings.
I’m not on drugs…but I am in a haze.
I’ve officially lost my mind. For a long time, I attributed my absent-mindedness to “pregnancy brain”. I once spent 15 minutes searching for my wallet before leaving for work… I even had my husband pulling couch cushions off of the sofa in a frenzy and looking under the refrigerator as I waddled around the house yelling about how late I was. We eventually found the wallet.
It was on my wrist. It had been there the whole time.
I now know that this isn’t just pregnancy brain… it’s full blown mom brain, and I’m afraid that I’m never going to recover. There are literally some days that I am home with the kids and realize that it’s been 10 hours since the last time I peed. Will there ever be a morning that goes by that I get in my car and don’t have to go back into the house to retrieve my car keys? Maybe one day Ill stop putting the cookies away in the fridge and milk in the cupboard. Or, possibly, I’ll walk into a room and actually remember why I went in there in the first place. I guess a girl can dream.
Until then, I’ll be singing in my head…