Momnesia

I was walking through the house one day last week and overhead the TV from Dirk’s office saying something about “Momnesia”. It was a morning program and I didn’t stop to listen, but I’ve thought quite a lot about that word since then.

Momnesia.

I guess that would be moms and amnesia mixed together. I really don’t need to define it. You all know what it is, even if you’re not a mom! You’ve either experienced it first-hand, or you’ve been the receiver.

The receiver is the one who endures the pleading and dare-I-say, whinings of such questions as: “Honey, do you have any idea where my check-book is?” (one of my most recent ones…) , “Baby, did you play with mommy’s keys? Because I can’t find them”, “Would you please call my cell phone? I have no idea where it is”.

Or you’ve been the kid that was left at church asleep in a nursery baby bed and your mom didn’t realize it until she was half-way home. (sorry Katie)

Now, if you are the offender (moms), then you’re the one who found your re-warmed morning coffee still in the microwave when you’re fixing dinner that night. Or you’ve found the laundry that never made it to the dryer still in the washer from the day before (we won’t even discuss what it smells like). Or you’re still looking for your checkbook that’s been missing for….oh, a couple of months now!

Now, part of this must be from all the blessings-slash-helpers you have around you at any given moment. Those sweet little hands that love to put your purse-things in her cute little pink purse. Or your son who likes to use your real keys to drive his “real” cars. Or you drive past the turn-off because your son is asking, “Mom, how do Transformers sing, and why don’t we have the movie “David and Goliath II, there’s a McDonalds, and wow! Look at that motorcycle, I need to pee”.

But, I have to tell you….Momnesia is still going on in my home. What’s my excuse going to be when my kids are all gone? Oh dear….guess I’ll always be a mom!