Mind Mush

I blog, do crossword puzzles, Sudoku and read classic literature all in an effort to make sure my mind does not go to mush while I am at home with my children for the next 18 plus years. When I am in a social situation I usually joke about the things I do so as not to come off as a dimwitted housewife. I will admit when it comes to current events, the latest movies or songs or scandal, I might be a little out of the loop. A friend told me the other day that Iceland (I think it was) went bankrupt. I laughed to myself because I was pretty sure the next time I went to ballet I wouldn't be discussing the financial happenings of Iceland. Of course, my next reaction was "Geez, I am really out of touch." Something happened yesterday to trigger my immediate reaction to brain mush (this morning, of course, I can't remember what it was) but I had written on a tumbling announcement a whole blog about why there is no way in heck my mind could ever go to mush even if I didn't make the effort to ensure that it won't. Somewhere, somehow I was given the impression that stay-at-home moms needed to defend their intellect. But today I say that is the furthest thing from the truth! I am constantly prioritizing, putting out fires (literally and figuratively), organizing, cleaning, balancing a budget, making financial decisions. I run a mini corporation. And I ain't makin' cars I am raising the future generation. I am constantly researching nutrition, geography, history and a multitude of other subjects that come up throughout the day. I am event planning, goal setting and coordinating. I am a mediator and an attorney. I am a doctor, psychiatrist and auto repair man. Sometimes all in one day. Sometimes all in one hour. Oh, and let's not forget I am my hubby's personal assistant. Occasionally I am a chef, plumber and decorator. The list could go on and on. I have no idea why I would worry about intellect and marketability if and when I was ever called back into work outside of the home. I have just concluded I am one of the most marketable 40 somethings in my little town . . .