Actually, it started when I was still pregnant with Greta, but has gotten progressively worse.  I definitely never know what day it is, but sadly, sometimes I don’t know what YEAR it is.  I can’t remember if I’m 23, 24 or 25.  I have no idea how old Chris is and sometimes I think his birthday is October 23rd, when it is really October 13th…right honey?  I have resorted to using a calculator for even simple addition, and math used to be my specialty.  I’ll walk into another room and forget why I am in there.  I’ll look everywhere for Greta’s binky and find it in my hand.  Two days ago, I got home and my cell phone was on top of the car.  I started listening to Justin Bieber.  Chris has to explain things to me a minimum of three times.  I started stuttering like when I was 9 again.  I have to stop, breathe and restart my sentences often.  I refrigerate toys, keys and Greta’s laundry. Just thought I’d warn ya.