Missing: My Brain

I'm pretty sure I've lost my mind. I'm juggling way too many things at work, not to mention getting ready to have the "we've had it, fix our problems, now!" meeting with our administrators on Monday. I'm tired, I've got a cold, and I've had to make up my bed every single day for the past two weeks in case someone comes to look at my condo.  Here are a few highlights of the past week and a half:

• Driving in the country, taking Finn to A's last week: "Look Finn! There're some cows! Oh. No. Wait. Those are horses." Oops. 
• I've been thinking my milk supply has dropped a lot the past month - until I leaked through my bra more than once in the past week. (I'm typing this with a huge wet spot on my t-shirt, and my favorite nursing bra soaked through.) Why can I not remember my nursing pads these days? 
• Getting into the car after leaving Target with Finn this weekend, I got in the car and started to put the key in the ignition, when I realized I was still holding Finn. 
• My nose started to itch while changing a poopy diaper. Sure there was poop on my hands, I rubbed my nose with sleeve, only to discover there was actually poop on my sleeve. Gave a whole new meaning to the term "shit faced." 
• I'm going to the beach at the end of April - just a little over two months from now. I really want to lose a few pounds so I can fit into my swimsuits without embarrassment, and yet I can NOT stop eating. Tonight I actually ate two spoonfuls of hot chocolate mix straight from the can. Really. 
• I've spilled water or Diet Coke almost every single day for the past two weeks. In my car, on my shirt, on charts, on the floor, on Finn, on the cats - no one is safe.    
• I overslept by 40 minutes this morning.  The only reason I woke up was because a little boy started wiggling around and hitting me in the face.     

Yeah, it's a pretty good life with this little boy in it.