You know how when your gas tank's almost empty, you're
supposed to turn off the A/C and the radio while you cruise to the nearest
filling station so you don't waste fuel? That's a great analogy for how I feel as a mom to an infant. I'm technically awake, but most of my higher
functions are powered down to conserve my strength, and I'm running on fumes. Which is why I can't remember your name. Or
my name. Or where I left my purse.