Memory, what is that?

As you all may already know Sarah and I have been trying to re-launch our online store, so in the process we have been neglecting a few other things~like this blog!
In addition to working on the website, shopping for the website, sending out orders we both have a family that needs some attention as well.

I use to be a "working" Mom with a job that I spent 50 hours a week at and I feel like I had more time then. Granted I was the Mother of two then with another on the way, my baby numbers have grown exponentially since then. Expansion aside, I feel like I am "working" more and harder now than I ever have before.

Its a fine line that you tip toe on everyday~where and how and who to give your time to. Lets be honest none of those minutes ever make your way. I accept that, I knew that pedi's and mani's, girls night and book club would happen less frequently but what I find hard to accept is that all this "busy-ness" has made me absent minded.

"Hello memory, Where are you and are you expected back anytime soon?" Seriously, we joke about pregnesia and momnesia but this really is a true "disease", I am afraid one day I will forget a child that's how bad my memory is getting. Sarah and I joke all the time that we need to walk around with a mini note book and write things down. Or I think I might start calling my voicemail and leaving messages for myself, I'm serious.

You think I exaggerate the seriousness of this situation...exhibit A. Last week my one and only daughter lost another tooth, very exciting and a little gross all at the same time. The next morning she woke up and told us that the Tooth Fairy didn't make it last night. My heart sank,and then I noticed my hubby looking at me with accusing eyes! Really, seriously? This is only my fault? 24 hours goes by and we seem to be having the same breakfast conversation the very next day~horrible parents, guilt ridden Mom. The next morning no TF conversation, so I ask the hubby if he did his fatherly duty and pull the old switch-a-roo, "No, I thought you did!", he answered. For all you keeping count that is 3 nights the TF didn't make it and on the third morning Abigail was so disappointed or had finally given up that she didn't say a word. Did I mention the horribleness of the situation, the guilt that was weighing me down. The next night I cam home around 1:30 AM from working at Sarah's ( you see a SAHM business hours are 9PM-till you can't keep our eyes open ) and there was a purple piece of paper that read "TOOTH FAIRY!!!!!". I proceeded to Abigail's room, shoes on still ~figured if I made that detour I would forget AGAIN~ and left $3 one for every night the Tooth Fairy was MIA. In the end she was happy with her financial gains ans never questioned the TF tardiness, clever girl.

I will learn to cope with my inability to remember, so if you see me on the playground with a huge star drawn on my hand, don't laugh just remind me that it is my turn to pick the girls up from