Being a mother has sucked out my brains and stomped them into the pavement. I used to think I was an intelligent person; worldly, informed, knowledgeable. But I'm not so sure anymore.

I haven't read a good book in a long time; I can't think of a good Democratic candidate for president (although I'm not alone in that); I watch MSNBC but only for the celebrity news scrolling across the bottom. Okay, maybe that's not entirely true, but I don't feel like I can carry on adult conversation. I long for conversation about deep subjects.

At the same time though, I do enjoy discussing the benefits of cloth diapering. I like the crazy/cute conversations my kids can stir up. I enjoy my kids immensely. I would never trade in a million years the wealth they've brought to my life. But I need to get out more!