The other half of my brain…

I have the best husband in the world for me!

He’s my rock, my partner in business and in life, my best friend and so much more. Over the years, we have truly grown to function as one.

The only problem I have found with this is that when he’s gone, half of my brain has left with him.

You see, I have a lot on my plate between writing for Elemental Science, homeschooling my daughter, having a toddler who is a boy that thinks running is as slow as you need to go, plus all the other things that moms do, like cooking and cleaning.

Maybe not so much cleaning, as that’s not my favorite thing to do.

However I do like to cook, especially Asian food, like Thai, Indian and Chinese.  I dream of having a food blog in my spare time, but alas my spare time keeps getting eaten up (<–pun intended) by real life.

But I digress…

Seriously, my plate is full, and my cup runneth over.

There’s just not a whole room in my brain for new things, such as remembering to transfer both of the house keys to the key ring for the car that your friends lent you because yours broke down while your husband was away.

And details like remembering to check to see if your toddler locked the bottom lock on the door, the one you never use, before you walk out the door to run errands.

Forgetting one of these simple details may not have been a problem, but when you combine the two in the same moment, the result was an unscheduled outdoor play time, a time to catch up with friends while frantically calling for help, and a chance to make a new friend in the form of a locksmith.


I had this wonderful blog post all planned out on Matisse in my head, but alas I was not able to enter my house to write it out because, you see, the half of my brain that normally reminds me of the above mundane, but critical for today, details is out of town.

So instead you get a little peek into the half of my brain that remains here.  The slightly frustrated, but still able to see the humor in it all, part of my brain.

Hopefully, I’ll get to that Matisse post later when the other half of brain returns.