Me: I’m going to stay for five more minutes.
Preschooler: No, you have to stay for 20 or 60 half-hours. How long is that?
Me: I don’t know exactly.*
(I’m trying to figure out a rough estimate in my head, but I appear to be unable to handle those kind mental gymnastics at this hour.)
Preschooler: Well, that’s good. Because if you don’t know how long it is, then you have to stay.
*Addendum: For the record, I am able to do simple and when I’m not pregnant or dealing with wakeful children more complex math in my head. I promise My husband read this post, grinned, and asked, “Could you really not figure it out?”
I told him it was a joke, and it was…kind of. But the man doesn’t understand how tired and brain dead I am at the end of the day and that even the most simple tasks can seem daunting. I’ve never had this bad of pregnesia before. It’s downright disconcerting at times. Oh well. I am confident I’ll be back to tip-top mental shape soon. In the meantime, I’d better start doing my crosswords again.