Momnesia The Book

Momnesia Moment

Moms chime in...

"A mom friend of mine was standing in line at the bank for like 10 minutes. Finally the person behind her said, 'You do know you're at the bank, right?' She was standing there holding all of her dry cleaning."

I'm supposed to do *what* now?

 

To protect myself against bouts of momnesia, I write things down. Probably you do too, right?

But here's the problem: Sometimes I can't make any sense of what I wrote. I'm in a rush, I jot something down in shorthand, then return later have NO IDEA what it means. The only thing I remember is that it was *important*.

For example, here are four mystery items currently on my to-do list:

• Tea

• Blade

• Reunion 10/12

• Invitation!

I don't know what these items are referencing; I don't know where they originated. It's somewhat stressful, really.

Perhaps some day I will learn that I was invited to a reunion on October 12 where tea was going to be served. And for some reason I needed to bring a switch blade. Who knows... In the meantime, I'll just keep it all on my radar screen.

Momnesia Moment

Moms chime in...

"I forgot I was pregnant. I was 5+ months and I caught a side glance in the mirror as I was stepping out of the shower. I thought, 'I gotta start working out!'"

Need a moment...

Hi there. It's Adrienne again. Listen, I'm pretty much going to be the one blogging here, because Shannon is busy with her other job (in addition to being a writer, she runs Bean Sprouts, a kids' cafe in Madison, WI).

OK, so I knew our Momnesia book was being carried at Barnes & Noble, and I knew they were planning to display it for Mother's Day. But still, that didn't prepare me for this image, sent to me by my mom (way to be on the scene, mom!).

 

See our book there in the bottom corner?? Yay!

When I saw this, I had to take a moment. I literally had to get out of my chair and lie down on my back, on my office floor. I was just too excited. I needed to collect myself. The same thing happened a few years ago when I saw one of my greeting cards on the shelf at a store. I had to immediately come home and lie down on my office floor. (Why my office floor? I have no idea. But there you go.)

I wonder if the other authors who are featured on this Barnes & Noble table do the same thing. Thirty different writers, lying on their backs on the floor... collecting themselves. All because of one little display.

Recent Reviews

OK, fine, so maybe March 19 isn't totally "recent," but this review last month in the Parent to Parent blog made us smile. And since it was before we had our blog, there wasn't anywhere to post it at the time.

Except all over our office walls, but the readership there is pretty limited.

Momnesia Moment

Moms chime in...

"I told my husband he had a dentist appointment this morning, only for him to arrive 20 minutes later saying the appointment is on Friday. Then I went to the store only to park the care and realize that I had left my wallet at home. I went all the way back home to get my wallet and returned to the store, but when I popped open my trunk, my stroller was missing. Uggghhh!!!"

This is real life, people. Real life.

When we were working on Momnesia, Shannon and I found inspiration in real-life situations. One example: We were writing a two-page spread about "The Good Old Days." Our point was that even if you feel like an emotional basket case on some days, a good laugh is only a memory away.

We reflected back on our adolescent years (a treasure trove of humor)... I remembered all the hours, styling products and concentration that went into sculpting my bangs. They were something to behold, I tell you.

Shannon, on the other hand, remembered belting out the wrong lyrics to Duran Duran songs.

   

Momnesia Moment

Moms chime in...

"I was talking on the phone with a friend and she mentioned that she signed her daughter up for swim class. That reminded me that I needed to sign my daughter up too. My friend kept talking, but she noticed that I was really distracted. Finally she said, 'What are you doing?' I told her, 'I want to call the swim place, so I'm looking for the phone. But I can't find it anywhere!' Then I realized: the phone was at my ear."