Losing my marbles?

A few weeks ago we ran out of ketchup, or so I thought. We went to the grocery store and bought a double pack of ketchup and brought them home, only to realize that there was still a bottle in the pantry from our previous double pack. Then today, I looked in the fridge and saw our new big jar of Miracle Whip. I was putting away groceries and looked in the pantry and saw another small jar of Miracle Whip. The first thing I did was ask Jason if his mom had brought us a new jar (she used to bring us peanut butter and cheez whiz quite often), but he wasn't sure. Then I thought I remembered buying that one and putting it in the pantry until we used up the jar in the fridge. I feel like I am losing my marbles! It reminds me of a story an elementary school teacher told our class about her father who had Alzheimer's disease and the way they figured it out was they looked all over his house and found cantaloupes (or was it coconuts...something like that anyway) everywhere. In every closet, drawer and even under his bed. He just kept buying them....Kind of like me and the ketchup and Miracle Whip.