Seth and I were trying to sort out the meaning of life the other day, and my brain came grinding to a halt.
My adult-oriented neurons (sexy, huh?) are not fired as regularly as when I was working full time in a Job of Utmost Importance.
Now, as a mom/milkmaid, I feel I am wasting half of my brain. If Seth were to ask how many ounces of formula Eleanor needs, or if he wanted to know the last time Molly pooped on the potty, I’d be able to fire that information at him instantly.
But when we’re talking about ecology and reductionism and holism … the old gears start to slip.
Is this normal?
How do you keep your mind sharp when you spend 10 hours per day alone with people who can barely form a proper sentence? Tips?
Is the answer in DVRing Jersey Shore to watch while you fold the laundry?
If so, I’m halfway there.
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