Missing out

In my pre-baby life I sometimes wondered what, if anything, I would miss out on in my life as a parent. Of course, then I assumed "missing out" would pertain to exciting things like world travel or surreptitiously puking into a beer bottle at closing time (so I wouldn't get tossed out, of course).

But today I found out what I would actually miss out on. And it all has to do with something I always thought--was sure--was a myth: mommy brain. It starts out in the early days of pregnancy. All sneaky-like too, so you don't even know you're missing part of your brain until it's gone. Maybe it got ralphed out or peed out during the super fun of the first trimester. I don't know. What I do know is that I used to have a brain and I WANT IT BACK!

I missed yesterday's election. It was a little bitty one, a mayoral run-off. But I wouldn't have voted for the dude that won, and I wanted my indignation heard! Even if it would have made no difference in the outcome. But I didn't vote, because I forgot about the election. I could have cast my ballot against the man who will be our mayor, who is all for what essentially is a poor tax, and done so just a few blocks from home. But instead I was changing poopy diapers.