Well the title of my blog just proves the fact of just how forgetful I really am! I swore there was a “Little Miss” book called “Little Miss Forgetful”, but when I went to search it online, I just found a “Mr. Forgetful.” I guess I forgot that “Little Miss Forgetful” didn’t exist! Hee hee…
Greetings from Newborn Land! I am happy to say we have survived almost 16 weeks! Woo hoo! Things are (dare I even SAY it) going really, really well. We went through a bit of a rough patch around week 13 when Morgan went through a growth spurt and my milk supply couldn’t keep up – but after a lactation consultation and help from Milkalicious – again, I love that organization, we are back on track.
The scary thing to me lately is just how forgetful and absent-minded I am. With two kids and all the endless baby/kid gear, it never fails that I get out the door and forget the ONE thing I need. Just for an example, in the past month I have had these adventures:
Not One More Penny!
I get both kids loaded up in the car to make our first trip to the dentist for Emma. I miss the exit even though my Garmin is telling me exactly where to go because my 3 year old will not stop talking in the back seat. We end up 15 minutes late (which totally stresses me out), I unload the kids and get ready to rush in. I can’t find my keys in the abyss of my diaper bag (even though I have told myself a million times how that won’t happen if I designate one spot in the oh so convenient separate pockets.) I have to dump my entire bag out and finally find my keys. I literally am saying to myself “breathe Jen, breathe.” Then we get in to the dentist and I realize I forgot my wallet at home in my other purse!! Luckily I have my credit card # memorized and that is OK with them, so we are all set. That is until we go to leave the parking structure (of course I forgot to validate my ticket) and I owe $2.00. I am pleading with the attendant to understand my situation and she just stares at me. I am able to locate $1.30 from my diaper bag, console and under my seat. She finally lets me go as I tell her, “I seriously do not have ONE MORE PENNY!!!” Geesh!
This is FUN!
I locate the video monitor I need for Morgan. They only have it at one Babies R Us in Foothill Ranch which is about 25 minutes away from us. I have a gift card for BRU, therefore I am thrilled to offset the ridiculous expense of this monitor. Again, I get both kids loaded up. Not an easy process. Morgan starts to cry when we are backing out of the driveway. I do the lean back and return the binky about 10 times. By the time we hit the freeway, she is SCREAMING. Is there anything worse than a baby screaming in the car?? Emma is yelling “Morgan is scaring me!” It is total chaos. We make it (barely) to BRU. I unload the stroller, she is still screaming, so we rush to that mother’s room to nurse. You know it’s bad when people are staring at you in BRU as you walk by with a screaming baby. We get to the nursing room and Emma is bored so she entertains herself by rolling around and jumping off on the couch in there. I think of how many kids have been on that couch and I get so grossed out. I have to put it out of my head. Then she yells, “this is fun!” just as I am thinking just how NOT fun it is. Gotta love kids. When Morgan is fed and happy, we go to pay for the monitor and guess what I forgot? Yep, the gift card is at home in my office.
A Grassy Beach Towel and Flats: The Must Have Look This Fall!
I have to get three pairs of pants altered at the alterations place by my house. It’s a little hole in the wall, so I wait until my mom can come to watch the girls so I can run there solo. I go get the jeans, get the shoes I want to wear with them so the hem is right, then I remember I am wearing one pair I want altered so I go to get a skirt to wear home. When I get there I realize I forgot the skirt even though I made a special trip to get it. I end up (and I am not kidding) finding a beach towel with grass stuck to it in my trunk from a recent park trip, and I wear the beach towel out of the place with my flats and normal top. I figure there is no way am I making ANOTHER trip there! Especially since I had the luxury of going by myself. Can you imagine what I looked like walking across the parking lot wearing flats and a grassy beach towel around my waist? Again, got to keep your sense of humor!
And that is only the tip of the ice berg. Want to know the one thing I always do? Count both kids when I get in the car. Got a chatty 3 year old? Check? Is the baby there? Check. I figure as long as I have both kids, I can pretty much forget anything else, and I am doing OK!