On Holiday.....

Unfortunately this title is misleading (although I fervently wish it wasn't) I am not taking a holiday, not in any way, shape or form. It seems that a certain part of my psyche has though; it's packed it's bags, has bid the rest of me "adieu" and has officially gone on holiday.
      The part of me that is missing is my brain - kind of an essential part of the body if you ask me.
Seems like it's taken a quick gander at it's surroundings, observed the chaos and insanity and decided to make a run for it. I can't blame it really.
    The problem is I'm struggling without it and I would quite like it back.

Observe the following;

I am constantly "about" to do something - I just can't remember what that something was.

When calling out to any one of my children I go through quite a few until I get the right one, "Georgie...Josh...Bell....damn-it...Oliver!" ( and no, damn-it is not one of my children's names)

I leave things behind...forgot the nappies, wipes, lunches, drink bottles, spare clothing, hats...I remembered the children - does that count?

I start sentences, get halfway through and then.....Huh? What? Where was I? Forget what I was talking about.

So, if anyone sees a brain (smallish, a bit daft) enjoying a Pina Colada on an exotic beach somewhere please send it back my way.
I would really appreciate it.