I seriously shouldn't ever put this in writing, but I kid you not, this has got to take the mommy brain of the year award...
I laid Reagan in the Pack N Play, which is in our bedroom), so I could take a shower at about 10:30 this morning. When I was done, she had gotten pretty fussy, so I picked her up and she spit her paci out (she loves to projectile spit the paci when she's po'd). Not wanting to lose it (those things are like little nuggets of gold), and because she's in a major bobble head phase that requires two hands, I put it down my shirt just to keep track of it until we got downstairs. Most of you know that nursing a baby has many great perks...one being some pretty dang nice cleavage, so it rested nicely right in an easy-access place. Fast forward, oh about 7 hours to 5pm (as in like 15 min ago) and I see some strange lump in my shirt as I look in the bathroom mirror. Yep, you got it, I walked around ALL day with that thing stuck between my two friends. I'm sure Britton's teachers, the hair stylist at Sharky's, and no less than 10 Publix employees probably wondered why I had a mysterious lump in my shirt. This sums up my life just about right...oh the joys of mommy brain never cease to fail me.
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