I Can’t Do Math in My Head, Among Other Things

Despite the fact that I have a degree in Finance, worked for a hedge fund (and actually worked for a time on the trade desk, where we traded currencies and commodities), I can no longer do math in my head. In fact, I’m even struggling to make sense of the sentence that I’ve just written. The best way to understand what we do is to know that we work in a similar fashion to forex brokers – we help people to trade currencies in the easiest and most efficient way. Yes, it can be a very complicated process, hence why it’s affected my own mind so much.

Honestly? I think the combination of pregnancy hormones and sleep deprivation destroyed a few too many brain cells, particularly those in the part of my brain that calculates, organizes, and controls memory. I knew I should’ve listened to my friends when they told me that I should try something like Nutra CBD olie to help me get the sleep I so desperately need. They told me that it could have an effect on my thought process and I didn’t listen. Who knew that sleep could make such a huge difference to your life?

It drives me bat crazy to start to total something and regress into finger counting and/or pulling out a pen and scratch paper. (Picture Compound the problem my having to work with completely different coins – the 50 pence coin is about the size of a quarter, the five pence the size of a dime (and vice versa) – well, let’s just say that after living her over two years, I still have to double check my change before I hand over my money to the cashier.

I write grocery lists….and then forget them on the kitchen counter. I go to the market with the intent of picking up one item, and come home with a bagful of groceries – but not that original bit I needed. I’m constantly forgetting names. I confuse the dog’s name with my 5 year olds, and vice-versa.

What – it’s Thursday already? I thought it was only Tuesday….

This is why my husband is in charge of the finances in our household.

No, I’m not as organized as I once was.

Ok, hell, you got me. I’m completely disorganized. If it were up to me to pay the rent and the utilities and various other bills on time, we’d be sleeping in our cars, and living on peanut butter and Ritz crackers.

Well, we would if I hadn’t come home with coffee filters (but not ground coffee) and laundry detergent instead.

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This post was inspired by the prompt “One good reason why you are not in charge of your family’s finances” over at Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.