Brain Cells

Well, Karla Ricks says that you lose a piece of your brain with each child, and already I am starting to see her wisdom. :) I feel like my life consists of running around in a circle about 8 times a day, trying to keep up with feeding everyone and cleaning up all the comings out and managing blood sugar and rotating laundry and keeping groceries and othert stuff stocked, and I end up doing things twice or not at all because I can't remember what I've done and what I haven't. Every 3 hour cycle seems so strangely like the one before, that they all start to blend together... Yet it's all in a constant state of change, too. My clothes went from skinny to weird pregnant transition to full on maternity, to postpartum big, and now we are into the "just face it, those size six jeans might fit you in the resurrection" stage. And Jake wears a new size every month and his seasons are exactly off of Ethan's since he was born in October, and Ethan is growing out of his stuff... With all of the spit up and other varios substances that are out of control, by the time I get a load of laundry into the dryer, there is half a bucket full of new ones to wash. And then, when I get a moment when everyone is fed and happy and I have a second to think, my blood sugar gets low and the fog sets in and i can't remember what i was doing or why or when and by the time I recover i'm on to the next thing and i don't realize until later what i didn't finish when i was low. :) (as I'm writing this, Jake is fussy and needing to be held and I keep losing my train of thought).
Well, it's not that bad every day, but today was totally crazy:
I get home from the grocery store and unload some of the groceries but realize that Jake needs to eat so I grab a quick late lunch, and shepherd Ethan to the living room so I can nurse. I spend 20 mintues trying to feet Jake to no avail because he has lots of spits and burps and diaper fills to take care of, and so I finally give up. So I go into the kitchen to finish unloading the groceries and as I'm putting away the strawberries I see another case of strawberries already in the fridge that I bought yesterday. Hello?! Then, I decide to super glue two magnets to the back of my newly purchased dry-erase eraser so I can keep it up on the whiteboard, and I try to unscrew the lid. After 4 or 5 unsuccessful attempts, I assume that I have to unscrew the whole thing instead of just the cap, and right as I am trying to figure out how to make it work and I'm reading the front part of the bottle that says "goof proof," I manage to spill superglue all along the inside of my hand in between my third and fourth finger, pooling right to where my wedding ring is. (I'm just taking this whole eternal marriage thing being SEALED to your spouse so seriously, I wanted to make sure my wedding ring would never come off.) So of course I have to spend the next 10 mintues trying to see if I can get any of it off, and I finally give up and resign myself to feeling like a leper for the next few days until my totally chafed skin sheds off. I put the q-tips away upstairs and realize that there is a brand new box sitting right where I am trying to put the one I just bought. At dinner I realize I never gave Kyle the message from several days ago which primary class he has now and that he is supposed to teach tomorrow, I open the wrong end of the butter box so that I can't re close it, so I put it back on top of the two already opened butter boxes that are crowding the door of the fridge and not fitting, and decide that I have pretty much lost my marbles.
Anyway, why am I writing this? I'm not really sure. And there were so many interruptions during it that it is probably as fragmented as my brain.
Okay, really I am not trying to whine I am trying to give us all a good laugh at how things can be sometimes.
Love you all, have a swell day. Wish me luck in my first ward choir rehearsal tomorrow!
Love Em