holes in my brain

Today at physical therapy I got talking to another patient who is a much older mother, her children are my age. I was mentioning how my to do list is crushing me and I'm way behind in getting ready for our trip because my brain has holes in it. Her suggestion was to make a list and that would ease my mind. I didn't tell her how often I have tried to make a list these last few weeks. Here's how it usually goes:

She's making a list....where'd that pen go? *baby sucking on it* Oh, there it is.
"Mommy, I NEED you! I have to go POTTY!" Off to the potty...OK, now where was I?

She's making a list....*baby starts crying, pick up baby*
"Mommy, I want to color"
"Not right now, it's mommy's turn"
"No, I WANT to. My paper."
*baby starts eating paper*
"Jane, please talk nice. Say, 'OK Mommy, it's Mommy's turn now.'"
"OK Mommy...It's Jane's turn now."
"Let's watch Wiggles?"

She's making a list....*phone rings*
She's making a list....*baby has a blow out*
She's making a list...."I need a snack!"
She's making a list....etc, etc, etc. REPEAT.


Not sure if I'll get to making a list this year, let alone checking it twice. I think it is significant that Santa isn't a mother.