children, mommyhood

Advanced Apology

Have you ever done something that may indicate that you are spreading yourself a tiny bit thin? Oh, like I don’t know, accidentally throwing away your children’s spring portraits (yes, a brilliant money making scheme done at the boys’ school that clearly and cleverly exploits the cuteness of my children). I searched my house for forty minutes (FORTY MINUTES!!) to no avail. I kept thinking how much of life is wasted looking for stuff? Eventually, I was faced with my only logical option. I had to explore a less than hygenic bag of kitchen garbage and found the missing photos. They are a little curled on the edges, but are mostly intact due to the plastic envelope that encased them. So, if you happen to get a wallet-size photo from this batch in the mail, I apologize in advance if they smell like gym socks.


Kids Optional

My friend was coming over for dinner. Mad Dog has been out of town all week, so it was a perfect time to catch up with my her. To prepare I went to the grocery for a pasta/chicken dish and grabbed a lovely bottle of wine.

As I was going through check-out the cashier carded me for the wine. This flustered me completely because it was so unexpected. I’m in a groove at the grocery and have my routine. When you ask for my I.D. I can’t function because that’s not a usual part of the process.

I swipe my credit card and it asks for my pin number. Huh? I figured I must have accidentally swiped my debit. I tell the cashier to run it through anyway. Access denied. Now I’m even more confused. I run my credit card again and this time I realize too late that I pushed the debit button instead of credit. That’s why it had asked for my pin previously and didn’t work when I entered it. I have to run my card two more times before I get it right. I could tell the cashier was exchanging a look with the bagger. I’m sure they were wondering if I had already tapped into my wine supply in the liquor isle.

I had not. I attribute this all to a serious case of Mommy Brain. Mad Dog has been out of town all week so that only increases my symptoms of Mommy Brain. I’m scattered, tired, over-anxious and kind of cranky. This week I get to blame everything on Mad Dog’s travel. Can’t find my keys? Mad Dog’s fault. My boys acting up? Mad Dog’s fault, again.

The only solution is for Mad Dog to come home. Inevitably if he has to travel then he has to take me with him (kids optional).