My family! That's what keeps me sane. And conversations like this.
Tif: Mom, I'm at Target. Do you need anything?
Me: Yes, I do. Thanks for asking. I need 2 things. Wait, maybe 3. Possibly 4."
I start naming the things I need, and Tif says:
"Mom, can you just text all that to me? You're driving me insane, I'm not gonna lie."