Here's your sign....

Okay - so I swore I wouldn't tell ANYONE this.

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and then proceeded to tell everyone.

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let's just say I've been a little "FRAZZED" lately.

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what? You say...Kimberly...frazzed...noway!

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Yep, that's me.

Talking on my cell phone (we don't have a home line) to my friend Lorisa.
We're are all business as I have to get all 3 kids out the door to get Cayden to AWANA.

The boys are standing around my feet "roaring" at the top of their lungs.

Lorisa says "how are you?"

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HONESTY ensues.

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I tell her: "I'm completely frazzed" (as I'm looking all over the cupboards) "I have to get Cayden to AWANA, (searching the top of the microwave) Prestyn has just pooped his pants, (searching the "nursing station") I can barely hear you over the roaring, and now I can't find my phone"

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Lorisa says "YOU.CAN'T.FIND.YOUR.PHONE" and starts giggling.

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*Oh my soul- I can't believe I "couldn't find my phone" the whole time it's sitting in my hand as I talk to my friend.

That's my sign that I've LOST IT.

WOW ~ I better go to bed.