Mommy Brain

Lately my oldest daughter has been giving me a hard time for forgetting things. She keeps telling me that I am old! Nah. I am not old. My brain is merely filled with everyone else's schedules and stuff to remember. Perhaps there is a new software development for brains like mine. Mommy brain. Its so full of stuff for other people that we can't for the life of us remember the name of the child in front of us or where the mayo is supposed to go. Do you know what I am talking about? I can only hope that as the house gets emptier the brain does, too!