Well, I suppose you are wondering if this is an actual diagnosable illness. Well, it's not. Do I believe it's real? Yes, I do.
Up until I became pregnant with my first beautiful child I was a smart woman. Yes, it's true, I was. And then it started. The drain on my short-term memory began. It didn't creep up unexpectedly, working it's damage on my mind unnoticed. No, it hit - like a two-by-four - leaving a permanent hole where random information comes and goes as it pleases.
It turns out there are many triggers for the instant flare of forgetfulness. A room change sends errands to the abyss, and talking ensures the use of unrelated words, or, God forbid, the combination of those same words. And, my children's names? I shan't even go there!
And then, after blundering through several mis-corrections, the information seeps back only to embarrass all the more! Am I right? I know I'm not the only one who suffers with this! I've heard you mommas talk!
So, is there hope? Well, no. Not really. But there IS comfort in numbers. So who's with me?
Wait... what was I talking about...?