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Friday, May 04, 2007Why Does This Frighten Me?I needed to run a quick errand after lunch today, so I hopped into the van and turned the key. The day was a bit on the cloudy side, so I decided I'd better use my headlights. And I couldn't remember how to turn them on. This wasn't one of those momentary lapses that resolves itself in a matter of seconds. No. I sat there, completely bewildered and unable to remember where the correct lever was. I tried one of them -- and the windshield wipers started to move. That's when I got really scared. To be fair, I had just spent a couple of days driving Eric's BMW. The van was in the shop (soaking up over a thousand dollars worth of repairs, which is enough to make anyone have a momentary brain lapse, I'll warrant). And of course the BMW's headlight switch is completely different than our (dying) Sienna's. And yes, I did look on the dashboard at the spot where the BMW's switch sits, fully aware that I was thinking of the wrong vehicle. And I still couldn't remember how to turn the headlights on. "Don't worry about it," I said out loud (one of my self-calming mechanisms). I started to back out of the garage, sans headlights, and told myself that things would "click" for me once I was actually in motion. They didn't "click." I was sitting in my van on the driveway on a cloudy day, and I still couldn't remember how to turn the headlights on. I've been driving this van for almost a decade. If it weren't imperative that I actually look out the windshield to see where I'm going, I'm sure I could drive it blindfolded. Yet today, for a terrifying two to three minutes, I could not figure out how to turn the headlights on. This was way beyond the typical "pregnancy brain" I've experienced during all five of my baby-currently-in-womb states. Yes, I finally figured it out. But I had to literally sit there and eyeball the entire dashboard until my eyes rested on the elusive handle to the left of the steering wheel -- the one with the little drawing of a headlight on it (put there for morons who have trouble figuring out how to work the headlights). Someone help me. During my first pregnancy, I had a piano student to whom I not-so-affectionately referred as "The Geek." Her lessons were always on the same evening at the same time. During one of these same-evening-same-times, I was in the middle of a grocery store with Eric, doing the weekly shopping. I suddenly stopped and gasped and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! I'm supposed to be giving The Geek her lesson right now!" The Geek's mom was gracious and kind and insisted that she had had similar "pregnancy moments" like that. She even showed up on my doorstep, Geek in tow, a couple of weeks after Jonathan's birth, with a gift for the new baby. Somehow, though, today's headlight incident feels like it's in a different category. We're talking really frightening. I mean, can I really blame those innocent hormones for this incident? Well, okay. I can. In fact, I will. Yep -- it was the hormones. They started to surge the moment I turned the van on. And for the next three minutes, they blunted my brain function to the point where I couldn't remember how to turn on the headlights. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. And I'm not driving anywhere else today, either. |
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8of my readers are feeling chatty:
You're telling this to someone who stood for 2 minutes by her fridge yesterday wondering whether she'd need mustard to make tacos?
And then almost left without the taco kit? Yes. Tacos with mustard but without the salsa, shells or spice.
I am not even pregnant. And I make tacos every Friday.
Mama says Hormones are the devil!
I've done that before, but with writing the letter "J". For the life of me, I couldn't remember how to write it. It was completely shocking and very scary.
Who needs hormones? I forget stuff all the... CRAP where's my toothbrush? and then the duck exploded.
Hmmm, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Nothing to be frightened about. =)
Sigh... I'm pretty sure that brain cell loss hits a critical point with child #5. I was still capable of a coherent thought or two when there were only 4. At least I think I was... memory fades...
Have you seen my duck?
Ummmmm...After reading Kerrie's post, I forgot what I was going to say!
This coming from a woman who is due to give birth to her fifth child anyday.
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