Now, as most of you are aware this weekend is Glastonbury festival in the UK (so far I have enjoyed U2 and a drunk-geography-teacher version of Morrissey).
Whilst watching the revelries from my sofa with a hearty Cab Sauv – my usual summer solstice ritual – I questioned how much my dreams and limits have changed since having kids.Or maybe just growing up. And it’s quite sad really. Read More >
I don’t claim to have been the most intelligent woman in my prime (for prime, read “before kids and sleep deprivation”), but it’s safe to say I did have some brain cells, I am pretty sure.
I managed teams of people, projects, budgets and everything. Honest, guv.
So why couldn’t I work out £10 minus £1.50 yesterday at the toddler group, much to my frustration?
I am shocked at how quickly the adage “use it or lose it” steps in. My brain is used for a portion of the week at work, while the remaining slice, although by FAR the most important job I do, is mummydom. I am failing to challenge my brain on a daily basis, and crikey it’s scarey.
I listen to Radio 4 when washing up (channelling my mother as I go), to try and cram some form of adult vocaubulary into a day which is otherwise spent chasing kids around a church hall full of toys or hoovering for the 90th time.
I can see why women lose their confidence in motherhood. It’s a whole new job, and an infinitely wonderful and important one at that, but we need to keep the grey matter from rotting. I can’t give to my kids if I have turned into mush myself.
Don’t even get me started on Loose Women. I am sure the drainage they put on the nation’s intelligence is the root of all evil.
What say you?