So I haven't posted in forever. I know. I get flack for it all the time. Let me tell you why. My tank is running a little low. Having not slept through the night in almost 3 months, my brain is starting sputter.
Two weeks ago I took my daughter to dance at 4:45. Right as we pulled into the drive I remembered that it starts at 4:15. Woops!
I vowed to get her there on time the next week. And I did. As I drove away her teacher called. "Kelly, her class is tomorrow." Woops!
Last week I sent my husband to pick up my son from scouts at 7:00. After he left I started getting several phone calls from his leader and a few buddies. Where was I? I wasn't usually late. Woops! Even though he's been going for several months I suddenly forgot that scouts ends at 6:45.
What else?? Made a friend I haven't seen in forever wait for 25 min at our lunch destination because I was sure it was a half hour later than it really was...even though she'd sent me a text with the time that morning! 
I cooked biscuits in the oven, then went upstairs to get my laptop. Ended up making the bed, cleaning up, etc and getting dry, burnt biscuits for lunch.
My short term memory is fried. I have had more late fees for bills than ever in my life. I may not feel that terrible, but my actions show that my body is wearing out! 
So when I actually have extra time, I don't get on the computer. I clean. My house is nasty and has been desperately calling to me for a while now! A few days ago I took 8 bags of stuff to DI, a thrift store. That felt great. I already have another one full, and more to come. I figure if I can't keep it all clean/organized, let's just get rid of everything! I tried to convince my husband that the shedding dog should go along with the rest of the giveaways, but he's not convinced this isn't just 3 years of pregnancies and sleep deprivation talking. 
The good news is that I really don't care that much about all my blonde moments these days. I hold my growing, warm baby and I am soooo thankful for him. I am so grateful he's with us. I see his siblings in him and think, how can they matter any less? How can the world think they don't count as much when they had the same little cheeks, or head shape, or feet, or brow? They are not lost to me. I'm so thankful to have their brother to raise. I can't express my gratitude. My priorities are so different than they were before I lost babies. Everything is more simple and clear now. Even if I can't remember most of it!