if I only had a brain

Well, I did it. I ruined Thanksgiving. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration. Although I was thinking differently when I saw the look on Brandon's face around 11 a.m. on Thursday morning. Apparently, amidst all the busyness in the kitchen, I somehow managed to turn off the oven...the oven that should have been roasting the bird. Oops. But what would the holidays be without some kind of mishap? So we ended up having lunch at 3 p.m. instead of noon. Here's the thing...Brandon should know by now that I am suffering from a severe case of MBS...Mushy Brain Syndrome. I tell some of my friends that after I gave birth to Rowan, my brain slid out right behind him. The days of doing simple mathmatics in my head are over. The days of never using spellcheck are over. I even forgot to buckle my seatbelt when riding around in the front seat the other day (something which I never would have done in the pre-baby days). I guess there IS somewhat of an advantage to my newfound absentmindedness. Nowadays, when I make an incredibly lame joke or idiotic comment, I can blame it on being a new mom, and everyone seems to readily accept that explanation. Before I had Rowan, the moronic statements were all Jana. But now I just chalk it up to motherhood. And for how long can I use that excuse?!?