It's official.

I am losing my mind. Here is why I have come to that conclusion:

1. I ran around the house a few days ago looking for Kate's binky for at least 5 minutes and then realized it was on my finger.

2. I called someone the other day and forgot who I had called. When they answered I had to ask them who they were.

3. (this relates to #1) I ran around the house looking for my sunglasses this morning-- turns out they were on my head.

4. I found the brown sugar in the fridge yesterday.

5. I found the ice cream in the fridge as well (different day, don't worry I found it before it all melted).

6. I rented a Redbox movie for Mitch and me and forgot to take it back for FOUR days. It was a dumb movie, not worth $1, let alone $4.

7. This one is long. It happened just 2 days ago. This is why I have decided I really am officially losing my mind:

It all started out with Kate's 6 month Dr. appointment. I put my wallet and cell phone in her diaper bag so I wouldn't have to take in my purse. I can only hold so many items you know. Since I am losing my mind, I didn't put those things back into my purse after the appointment. Fast forward to the evening. Mitch was working a little late (apparently Sept 15 is some type of tax deadline). For Family Night we were putting together a little care package for my nephew who just got a bone marrow transplant. Mitch met us at the store and luckily, when I went to pay for my item and realized I had no wallet, he had his (Mitch is not losing his mind, he never loses things, he never forgets things). At this point, someone who is not losing their mind would put their wallet into their purse. Not me! I had to go to Walmart next, but we decided Mitch would take the girls home and put them to bed and I would continue on to Walmart. Woo hoo! No kids in Walmart, I felt so FREE... that is until I got to the check-out with no wallet. But happy day! I had my checkbook... that is, until they wouldn't take my check without ID which was in my wallet, in my diaper bag, in my car that Mitch took home. So they voided my items, sent me to customer service where I proceeded to call Mitch on their phone (remember, my cell phone was also in my diaper bag?). Mitch happened to be putting Kate to bed and didn't hear me call multiple times, pleading with him on our answering machine to pick up the phone please please please. Well, ice cream was included in my purchases at Walmart... so were several items destined for my darling little nephew. So I ran to the opposite end of the store to put the ice cream back. Then I left all my stuff, ran home and got my wallet, then returned to Walmart. I was not about to let this keep me from my ice cream, so I ran back to the other end of the store, got my ice cream, and returned to customer service. They had this nifty little receipt that they had kept earlier, so they scanned it and didn't have to scan all my items again! Problem is, they forgot to bag my ice cream. When I got home (the 2nd time) I was pleased that both of my girls were asleep (best husband ever) and sat down to have myself a nice bowl of ice cream. Oops, no ice cream. I left the dang ice cream at Walmart!

So you see, I really am losing my mind. When it is completely lost, will you all come help Mitch take care of my children???