Mom Brain Chronicles: The Case of the Missing Coffee Cup

 

 Let me paint the scene: it's 8:07 a.m. The baby is crying. I'm wearing a shirt that definitely has yesterday's spit up on it, and I'm holding my phone, a bottle, and... wait, where's my coffee?

Ah yes. My coffee. 

After a frantic 15-minutes search involving the fridge, the bathroom, the diaper bag, the laundry basket, and a suspiciously silent cat (Pumpkin, I'm looking at you), I finally found it. 

In the microwave. 

Where I reheated it for the third time. 

An hour ago. 

Because that, my friends, is Mom Brain in all her glory. 

She's a chaotic queen who walks into a room with purpose and forgets why. She's the one who puts the car keys in the pantry and the wipes in the freezer. She's trying her best. She is me. 

Motherhood has transformed my brain into a fascinating mix of bush, multitasking, and miracle-level memory lapses. But you know what? It's also made me laugh harder, love deeper, and learn the true power of dry shampoo and grace. 

So here's to the mom brain moments — the ones that make us feel a little unhinged but a whole lot human. We may lose our coffee cups, but we never lose sight of the love. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. I just remembered where I put my phone... (Spoiler: it's in the diaper bag. Again.)

Until next time,
With love and forgetfulness,
Ariella's Mama