Monday, February 7, 2011


I love lists.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – I love lists. I just do. I feel so in control when I’ve made a list, whether a grocery list, to-do list, inventory, even a budget (I consider that a type of list).

Last night, as I crawled into bed, I realized my mind was still going a mile a minute, if not more. I was so comfortable, with my personal, portable heater pressed up against my leg (otherwise known as Bruiser), that I thought if I repeated everything to myself enough times, I’d remember it in the morning.

Yeah, right.

My short term memory has always been horrible. My long term memory is great – I have vivid memories from a camping trip when I was three (confirmed by my mom, who couldn’t believe I remembered those things), but my short term memory has always been horrible. When I was pregnant, I started getting “Pregnancy Brain” and began to write down more things than ever before (for fear of forgetting them). People told me “Mommy Brain” is even worse, but I didn’t believe them.

I believe them now.

Yesterday I was having a conversation with my mom, and halfway into it I forgot what the point of my story was. Completely forgot! I think of things to do a lot when I’m driving, and I’ll forget what they were by the time I get home (although I’ve started using a voice recording app on my phone for moments in the car). I had a brilliant idea for a new invention – something that was actually feasible for me to make, and that I think people would actually buy – and I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS!

So, as I lay in my warm bed last night, I realized there was no way I’d remember everything I needed to remember in the morning. I reached an arm out from under the covers and felt around in the dark for a notebook and something to write with. Using only the glare of the TV for light, I wrote my list…two pages worth! There’s no way I would have remembered half of those things today.

Last night, I thought my list looked fairly neat. Today, in natural light, alert and awake (well, awake at least), it’s not so neat. In fact, I had a hard time identifying some of my tasks.

See for yourself:

Can you decipher the entire list?*
 Pathetic, no? I felt so much better getting everything out of my head and onto paper. But now, I have to find the time to do everything! Guess I’d better stop blogging and get busy.

*One final note - I used to take pride in my handwriting.  Now, it's embarrassing.  I almost re-wrote the entire list before writing this post, but that takes the fun out of trying to decipher it.  I blame carpal tunnel (believe in it or not, but trust me it's real) and writing in the dark.


  1. I'm a listmaker too!! I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've laid awake thinking of the zillion things/ideas, but I'm too lazy to write them down. Probably would cut back on some sleepless nights!

  2. Ok, you wanna hear something funny-ish? I got carpel tunnel at the end of my pregnancy up until my little lady was about 5 months old! I thought I was a weirdo for it, but turns out that's pretty normal. As is the Mommy Brain. I have started doing To Do lists again recently and that is the only way I would be able to do anything worth while (other than playing with Baby Girl). So be encouraged, you're doing pretty darn well figuring it out this early!


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