In the Weeds. Deep, Deep in the Weeds and Looking for Normalcy.

Things are not normal around here. First, I am nursing all the time. And when I am not performing my duties as the milk machine, I am running kids to school, attacking mounds of laundry, choosing at least one room in the house to clean, or making dinner, much of which I only partially accomplish. I have yet to figure out how to get my life together after adding baby #3 to the brood.

Other things that have caused me to veer way off track:
1. Both Logan and Griffin were sick over the last two weeks. Of course they tag-teamed it. Now it looks as though it's my turn. Fingers crossed that baby Lincoln doesn't catch it next.

2. I've lost/misplaced my address book again. I am/was sure it would turn up, but it has kept me from calling some friends that are probably wondering why I "have forgotten them." Be assured. You are not forgotten...just momentarily missing.

3. Roxy, our love-starved poodle, had some sort of seizure due to unknown causes. I, however, am leaning toward the double-chocolate, Giridelli brownie that she snuck from Griffin minutes before. It was super scary and even had me in tears in the garage when I asked Mr. Wicke if he thought she was dying. After a trip to the vet where, for $45, we were told that poodles "sometimes have seizures as they age" and turning down the $350 blood test to "rule anything else out," I have had the great pleasure of cleaning up at least five vomit spots. While scrubbing carpets and washing bedspreads, I have to remind myself that I, in fact, do not want the dog to die. I really, really don't. It just seems like it sometimes.

4. I had to find a place to house the goat we found tied up in our backyard for April Fool's Day. Rest assured that that particular holiday is alive and well in our corner of the world, thanks mostly to Mr. Wicke's devious efforts. Sadly, paybacks are often answered on both of our heads. And yes, you heard me right. I said goat.

5. During the last two weeks I have missed two meetings where I was expected and showed up for one that was never scheduled. If anyone finds a random brain just lying around, it very well could be mine.

That said, however, I expect to find some equilibrium shortly. It always takes me at least six months to adjust after a new baby. It's not so much a matter of getting back to things as it is making this new and crazier life normal. Whatever that means.