Veterans Day

Ok, so this happened. On Monday morning I drove to the gym, put Ana in the childcare, and went to my spin class. It was a great workout (thanks Jeannie)!

Afterwards, I plopped myself down in the lobby to rest and catch up on some email. As I sat there, I heard my stomach rumble; boy was I hungry!  I headed over to the cafe to buy a late breakfast, sadly they were closed to prep for lunch. Ugh. So I had to drive all the way home to make my own damn eggs. How annoying.

When I walked in the house I saw Brian standing at the stove making…eggs. mmm.

Him: “Hi Ladies!”

Me: “It’s just me”

Him: “Where’s Ana?”

Me: “She’s at school, duh!”

Him: “Um, it’s Veteran’s Day. She doesn’t have school today.  Really, where is she?”

OH HOLY DAMN SHIT!

Suddenly my brain started twisting and spiraling like I had walked into a parallel universe, a universe where up was down and Adam Levine was ugly. Confusion…denial…realization…

So I did what any mediocre mother would do (after contemplating making breakfast anyway), l nervously laughed and slowly backed out of the door while saying “I’ll be right back” in a sing-song voice.

As I shut the car door I heard him yell “Are they going to charge us for this?”

Mom Shaming

When I returned home with her, Brian wanted to know how this could have happened.  I think he was trying to assess if I was losing my mind.  I spent the next ten minutes retracing my thought process.  I think it went like this:

-remember, Ana’s in childcare

-Collin has school but Ana doesn’t

-Collin has school

-has school

-school

-my ass hurts

-I need to go to the grocery store

-I should go before Ana gets out of school.

And BAM!!!  Kid forgotten. It’s just that easy, America.  I need to start writing notes on my body, or tucking a notepad under my boob.