The Pet Psychic Told Me Where to Find Them

I remember the advent of Mommy Brain when I was pregnant with Kyle. Two kids later, and I marvel at what I went through back then. That was nothing! The fatigue and the emotion have built up to such a frenzy that I don’t even notice it anymore. It’s a constant buzzing in the back of my head that blurs images and fogs my memory. Just yesterday I brought a bag of poopy diapers out to the garbage on my way to the car. I opened the can, threw my load in, and turned to look at something in the yard. I went to the car but the keys were not in my hand. I looked at the garbage can. Right there on the top was the bag of poopy diapers. So what’s in the can? Yep, you guessed it. My keys. At the bottom of the disgusting shit pail. I’ll spare you the details of how I got the keys back out. Let’s just say there was much hand washing involved.