Don't you hate that? You're right in the middle of a conversation and all of a sudden...what was I talking about??? Lately I've been battling the old I forgot more often than not. I can't remember, "Why did I come up here?" or "What was I going to do again?" I sound like an old woman. Having talked to my other friends around here, I've come to the conclusion that it has nothing to do with being crazy and everything to do with raising children. As a Mom, you're supposed tackle a million things at once. That works for a while and then somewhere along the line it all just becomes gibberish. We go, go, go, until we can't, can't, can't. Learning how to filter out the kaous and find some time of quiet can be challenging. But what is the cost of not doing that. For me it is more and more confusion. I spend that time a study with God and all of a sudden things are clearer. Well I hear the pitter patter of little feet so that