Don't allow your wife's fudge pop consumption to drive you to madness.

She probably doesn't wano to admit how many she had if she's remembering it 2 or3 instead of fixed number like you do...

I know and understand that this isn't thee issue here for you, and I can feel your distress emanating through my screen.

So my advice?

Let the fixation on the fudge pops go, it doesn't matter in the grander scheme of things, you have enough to deal with besides her fudge pop consumption.

Have you tried good ole distraction?

Sounds too simple at times but when my head is just wayyy too busy to keep up with I put on headphones and drown out the majority of it with some magical metal music.

Its not a cure, but any type of reprieve is a winner in my book.