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?

DD

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