OctoMom has 14 kids. I have three. Yet those three—plus the demands of life, work and marriage—may be making me just as crazy. Not insane enough to have another brood of babies, mind you. (Although once you have three, what’s another 11 more?) But crazy enough to: 1. Seriously consider jumping out of a moving car when my husband engages me in yet another financial discussion. 2. Completely forget the dates and times of crucial engagements—like my son’s soccer game. 3. Let a faulty cordless phone lead me to yelled profanities and an innocent appliance smashed on the floor—in front of my kids. Now, obviously the demands of the aforementioned…