Mom Brain at Its Finest
How I Forgot Therapy—Again
It’s Monday morning, and I’m feeling on it. I woke up, cleaned the house before work, and my husband took the babies to daycare. Feeling productive, I texted daycare to let them know I’d be picking the kids up early at noon because they had therapy at 12:30. Everything’s running smoothly.
At noon, I pick the babies up, bring them home, and lay them down to play on the floor. My husband made us lunch and by 12:30, we’re done eating–just sitting there, waiting for the therapist to arrive.
By 12:40, I start to get that sinking feeling—where is the therapist? And then it hits me like a truck. Last week I forgot therapy entirely. This week, I had it written down for 12:30. But now it’s 12:40, and there’s no therapist because… I switched the dates on my calendar. Again. Cue the facepalm.
This, my friends, is mom brain at its finest. One minute, I’m feeling like I’ve got it all together, and the next, I’m staring at my phone, realizing I’ve completely mixed up my schedule—for the second week in a row.
It’s kind of hilarious in that what else can I do but laugh way. But at the same time, mom brain isn’t just about these little mix-ups. It’s about the sheer volume of mental tasks we’re juggling on any given day. Keeping track of everyone’s schedules, making sure the house is in order, handling work, and somehow still managing to keep our kids alive and happy. It’s a lot.
There are days when I wonder why I can’t keep it all straight, when I feel like I’m constantly behind or missing something. But then I remind myself: this is life right now. It’s chaotic, it’s overwhelming, and sometimes I’m just doing my best to keep my head above water.
And you know what? That’s OK. If you’re reading this and nodding your head, just know you’re not alone. We all have these moments where things slip through the cracks, where we accidentally swap dates or forget what day it is entirely.
So, if you’re feeling overwhelmed by mom brain, give yourself some grace. Laugh at the mix-ups. Know that you’re not the only one waiting for a therapist who’s never going to show up. And remind yourself that you’re doing enough. Because you are.
