How is one to blog if they cannot remember their password? The patronising ‘forgot your password?’ link sits smugly under the message telling me I am about to be locked out of my account. It’d be no use clicking it anyhow, it’s linked to my new gmail account for which I have also forgotten my password. Where’s the button that says ‘I just had a baby, please let me in!’.
I had my card declined in a shop the other day. I was too embarrassed to call the bank; I had no hope of successfully answering the minefield of security questions I would be asked. The situation turned out to be more embarrassing when it transpired I had used my library card.
When Florence was born I became terribly afflicted with a plight known as ‘baby brain’. I’m not sure of the scientific explanation but my guess is your brain goes into lock down in direct response to the life altering experience that is; labour (ouch), mental hormones and sleep deprivation.
I am told in the early days I resembled a zombie who repetitively asked what time/day it was. On day 5 I was extremely proud of myself for making scrambled egg, what a perfectly normal, functioning thing to do! Leaving the burner on for the next hour put a dampener on my triumph somewhat.
I wonder how long it’s acceptable to cash in the excuse of ‘baby brain’? I fully intend to have at least a few more guilt free months on incessantly humming ‘Doc McStuffin’ and forgetting to hang the washing out. It’s 9pm and I’m sat at my laptop with my top on back to front, I’d love to tell you it’s not been like that all day but it probably has…someone pass the wine!