Somewhere between my 4th and 6th Child

How can it be true that 4 1/2 years have passed since I last blogged? I could kick myself for all the missed opportunities of recording memories. Memories. I used to have an excellent memory, but it went away. Gone somewhere between my fourth and sixth child. I've heard the term "pregnancy brain". I even used it when I was pregnant, but what do you call it when you are done having kids and your memory seems to be in constant distress mode. Like, "Where did I JUST put my phone?", "What did I come in this room for?", "Who did I tell to clean this bathroom?", or my favorite, "Where is my wallet?" (usually asked while I am standing in line with a shopping cart full of groceries and at least 3 children in tow). These are just some of the questions I'm asking on a regular basis. I'm guessing that having kids, (not having as in delivering-but having them currently) puts my brain in distress. There must be a way to reverse the effect though. Maybe I'll look into some brain strengthening apps for my phone. Or at least get used to the idea of being a "forgetful jones" in my mid 30's.