thank you fellow smarty-pants

thank you to my social work friend who came over to rummage through my old counseling paraphernalia. she was kind enough to pretend i'm her mentor and listened to my 'glory days' reminiscing. she asked questions and sorted through dated materials. because of her visit, she had me jaw-dropped wondering if that progress note with my name and fancy LCSW title behind it was a fake, a plagiarism, a phony. thank you fellow smarty-pants for reminding me that beneath this mommy brain exterior, i am used to be smart!

here's smart me: (me that didn't mumble under my breath, me that didn't forget my children's names, me that didn't accidentally talk baby talk to my husband, and me that didn't bump into walls from sleep deprivation)