My Temporary Disfunction is His Reality Apparently

This morning after John took the three oldest to school, we decided to move all essentials up to the "boys pad", simply because there are beds and it's a fairly easy place for Elia to roam and fo us to be able to keep track of her without having to move much.

I went downstairs, got to the bottom feeling weak and jello-legged and sort of stopped and grabbed the couch. John said, "What are you doing? What do you need?"

I said, "I can't remember why I came down here. I came to get something but I can't remember what."

He said, "Hmm, now you know how I live my life!"