- Packed a picnic lunch for the boys and I to eat at the library. Set a fork next to my salad in the fridge while I got everything else ready to go. Grabbed everything out of the fridge, left the fork.
- Headed out to run errands one morning, packed up the boys, their gear, snacks, my stuff. Brought a bag of produce I was going to drop off to a friend in the middle of our errands. Left it sitting in the driveway.
- Tried in vain to lock my car door, pushing the button over and over on my key ring. Turns out I left the passenger door wide open.
- Got new matching canisters for the pantry, ran out of tape in my label maker so didn’t label everything. No big deal, I know what our foods are. Measured out and cooked my quinoa for the week, only to go to fluff it at the end and find out it is steel cut oats.
2 days. What is wrong with me? I’m not particularly stressed, my kids are napping and sleeping well. What is lurking in my brain? Have all intelligent thoughts been replaced with fuzz and pretty little rainbows. Sheesh.
Please tell me I’m not the only one. Share your crazy stories. Make me feel better.