I think that my brain may be full.  For thirty-some years I’ve filled it through formal education, books, relationships, and experience.  Based on the way it’s been short-circuiting, it appears that there is no longer one speck of available space in my mind.

Unfortunately, what remains in my brain wasn’t filtered in order of importance.  Important things fall away, while worthless information settles in with a sense of entitlement and disregard for the cramped conditions therein.

Useless trivia is like Aretha Franklin in the ball gown of my mind.

This morning my toddler Bennett is wearing two left shoes, one bright green Croc and one open-toed brown sandal.  Open-toed sandals are not allowed at his daycare, and this particular one is a full size and a half too small.

I noticed the shoes while putting him in the car this morning.  I went back in the house to get his other Croc, but apparently I fetched Colin’s swimsuit instead.

When I arrived at school, I saw that Bennett was still wearing crazy shoes, and Colin already had a perfectly good swimsuit in his cubby.

I also forgot that Serena needed more spare underpants and that today is Sunglasses Day in Colin’s class.  I tried to lend him my Jackie-O style pair, but that plan was shot to hell when he tried them on and a classmate shouted that he looked like a girl.

Yet while my brain is forgetting important things and neglecting to cross off already-completed tasks, it happily takes in worthless trivia.

I now know that poor Leonardo DiCaprio’s grandmother, Oma died.  Don’t feel too bad, though; she lived to be a robust 93!

I’m also pleased to report that Paul McCartney and his new girlfriend are going away for the weekend and that Gwen Stefani just went shopping!  Yay!!!

Now ask me what I’m supposed to bring to Colin’s class on Friday.  It’s Crazy Hair Day, or Sports Team Day, or some such celebration, but although I’ve read the sign on his door three times it just won’t stick in my brain.  I’ll probably try to cross-dress him again and add to his growing list of emotional scars.

Luckily, though, I’ll probably bring him another swimsuit, so he’ll be totally covered there.