A Tale of Two Brains

Before you have kids, your brain is whole. Living happily in your skull and making daily decisions with enthusiastic ease. Its quick to tell you if those pants go with that top, if you can squeeze your car into that parking spot and it easily remembers the lunch date you have thats still two months away. Life is good. So good, that you decide now would be a great time to have children.
And as you give birth, your brain has given birth too. To a mommy brain. This little brains sole purpose is to take care of the kids. It nurtures, loves, disciplines and it grows. Bigger and stronger. Its a tough cookie, ready to scrap and stand up to any danger in order to protect the offspring. The problem though, is that this brain is incredibly aggressive and in its constant pursuit to protect, it wages war on the old brain. The old brain wants to do things like go out to dinner, read a book, and tell time. These things are not in the best interest of the children so new mommy brain attacks old brain and beats it down to mush. It lays there, lifeless. Every once in a while, it quivers a little bit, and tries with quiet determination to not be defeated. It suggests maybe a quiet weekend away from the kids. Mommy brain doesn't like this. Mommy brain creates the illusion that the kids are sick and you cant leave. Old brain lays back down and plays dead. This works well for mommy brain.
But this plan isn't perfect. Mommy brain is good for some things. But not all. Mommy brain is not good at telling you that the car payment was due yesterday. It does not remind you that you forgot for the second day in a row to feed the dog and dammit it says nothing when you walk out of the house with macaroni stuck to your ass or crap in your teeth. (though mommy brain does pick up on the fact that people are staring at you, but it doesn't comprehend why.)
Its just sits, in smug contentment, perched on top of old brain and thinks its in control. Oblivious to the fact that you haven't combed your hair in a week and you've worn the same sweat pants for three days. The kids are taken care of, so all is well.
All I can hope is that old brain is quietly gaining strength and will one day fight back and learn to work together with mommy brain. I'm not sure if there has ever been a perfect balance with the two working together hand in hand. But I'm not giving up hope. I wont give up hope.