Motherhood changes a person in lots of enormous ways, but it’s the little ways that kind of bug me.
This morning, I hopped in the shower with the intention of belting out some choice 80’s music, like I used to do, back in 90’s when it the 80’s were starting to become really cool.
I tried Straight Up, Janie’s Got a Gun, Mickey, and Take It on the Run. (Spatulacakes if you can name 2 out of 4 of the artists from the titles alone.) Sadly, the words were mostly lost to me. There was a lot of that muttering thing a person does when they are trying to get past the lyrics they don’t know and back to the chorus.
Racking my brain, I tried to think what songs I know in completion. Let’s see. The ABC’s. Twinkle, Twinkle. Wheels on the Bus.
What has happened to me? Has my brain, operating at full capacity, kicked out all lyrical knowledge of Roxette and Air Supply in order to make room for lullabies and nursery rhymes?
Fortunately, I was saved by Tainted Love. That’s one song that you don’t forget the lyrics.