Soap for Mom Brain, also known as, I used to have functioning brain cells, but that no-good husband of mine screwed me over, and now I have feral children instead. If I have to hear, "Mom, he's hitting me," and, "Call 911!" one more time, I swear to the Grey Goose god... Speaking of which, have you seen my double martini? And the baby? They were both in the oven the last time I checked.