Staring into the
Concentrating on your hands
Or the shadows on the wall.
Needing your thumb in your mouth.
Demanding your thumb in your mouth.
Missed it by that much
Over and over.
To intervene but
Hell, ain’t it frustrating!
I was going to reword “Purple Haze” (by Jimi Hendrix) with a parody version called “Baby Brain” but realized that is very not necessary. So below I have only replaced the title with my own (hopefully it is accurate as I generically searched for said lyrics) :
“Baby all in my brain,
lately things don’t seem the same,
actin’ funny but I don’t know why
‘scuse me while I kiss the sky.
Baby Brain all around,
don’t know if I’m coming up or down.
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me.
Oh no, oh
Yeah, Baby Brain all in my eyes,
don’t know if it’s day or night,
you’ve got me blowing, blowing my mind
is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
Help me, yeah, Baby Brain!”
Yes indeedy, that pretty much sums up what is going on over this way recently.
Welcome to the Adjust Bureau. Adjusting to a new life that no longer revolves around me or my partner. As well as this new guilt, the worst kind of guilt, mom guilt. Wowza, it packs an internal wallop. It is almost a super power in itself, but a horribly annoying one.
So. This is happening (she chicken peck types with one hand while holding her cranky child with the other).
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.