After a full day of soccer and baseball games, I was making a late dinner and decided that Alex Trebeck should keep me company.
Know that I had to google Mr. Trebeck's name to verify that what I thought was his first name - Alec - wasn't. So you know where this Mom v. Jeopardy story is going.
I'm usually not into game shows, but I was curious how I would fare, especially after 13 years of motherhood. Pre-kids, my memory was exceptional. You think I'm bragging, and I am, but my recall of names and nonsense trivia was quite fabulous. However, 13 years of interrupted sleeps does take its toll, but I can still understand my son's Algebra homework, and it's been a full week since I sent my husband to a birthday party that was, in fact, scheduled for the next day. So I was feeling confident.
I won't bore you with what I got wrong. Most everything. My academic memory - especially when speedy answers are required - is completely shot. But I did well on the cartoon category. Managed one economics answer. And only because I had recently read The Other Boleyn Girl did I know that Anne Boleyn's ghost haunts the Tower of London.
For now, I guess I have to be content with what does claim my brain as its home: the pancake recipe I know by heart, the names of all my children's teachers, the number for poison control.
