Going Blank

One of the lingering effects of having a child is your brain short-circuiting at inconvenient times. For instance, every night when Dave gets home, he usually asks me "what did you guys do today?" Suddenly, for the life of me, I can't recall what I did all day. Now, I know I didn't spend it sitting on my butt because I'm worn out, and I haven't had time to watch my favorite show for a week. But for some reason, I'm drawing a blank. On a typical day I'll tackle a thousand small tasks around the house: emptying the trash cans and diaper pail, wiping down the bathroom countertop, replacing the toilet paper roll, folding and putting away Eva's clothes, throwing another load of whites in the wash, emptying and reloading the dishwasher, washing and refilling Eva's sippy cups, restocking the diaper bag, putting meat out to thaw for dinner, making a trip to the store, putting the groceries away. All this in between feeding, changing, dressing and entertaining Eva all day, not to mention the time it takes me to finally get her down for a nap, and maybe getting a chance to sneak in a shower. When I take the time to really think about it, my day is very busy, full of the typical things that have to get done. So why is it, at the end of the day, it's all a blur and I can't think of one thing I've accomplished?