Daddy Brain

Oh no! My poor husband. He's got a bad case of Mommy Brain. You know that condition that strikes all women once they get impregnated and never seems to go away. No matter how much you try to shake it, that vapor sucking the life out of your brain continues to rattle around in there until it gets replaced by Old Lady Brain. Well, Chris has got it, I think. I'm sure of the fact that he can't remember a darn thing! If he did remember anything at all, the entirely too full garbage bag would not still be in the trash can in the kitchen. And the cereal bowl with the crusted-on frosted flakes would have been rinsed and put in the dishwasher, right? Oh, and he would have remembered that he finished the milk so he would have bought more. I'm sure all of these thoughts were in his brain at some point. What's that you say? He never even thought about rinsing that dish? He never considered emptying the trash? And by putting a sip of milk back into the jug, he really didn't finish it? Oh, I get it. He doesn't have Mommy Brain? It's a new problem, huh? Daddy Brain. Right. No cure, you say? Hmmm.