brain-sucker
Anyone who hasn't ever been pregnant just can't appreciate the sheer mindlessness of it. By this, I mean that the baby sucks out your mind. It's not there anymore. I was talking to someone the other day about it, and said that I need to make a list to go to the bathroom. She laughed, but I wasn't joking. At work, the bathroom is next to the vending machine with water bottles. I sit at my desk and think, "I'm thirsty." So I get out my $.65 and stand up. Inevitably, when I stand up, I think, "I have to pee." So off I head to the bathroom with money in hand. In hand because 99% of maternity pants don't have pockets in them. So, I shuffle the change around or leave it on the counter until I'm done washing my hands, pick it up and walk out of the bathroom with it. Where do I go? back to my desk of course. Then I sit down and put the money on the desk. I look at it and a light bulb goes on, and I walk back to the vending machines. This happens ALL. THE. TIME.
I make lists constantly. Only problem is that I can never remember to take the lists with me when I need them.
Twice this year I've loocked myself out of my car. It's only January 17th! See, what happens is this: We're too cheap to buy extra ignition keys for our car. They have that anti-theft thing on them, that makes them cost like $70 each. No thanks. So what we do is... Rob and I both have door keys. We keep the ignition key in the car. Rob has forced me to start the car and let it warm up before driving to work in the morning, so... I go outside, unlock the doors, start the car, go back in and finish getting ready, have 5 fights with Ally trying to get her dressed and her hair brushed, feel proud for getting her in the car, hit the button on the garage door remote, and drive to work. Throughout this, I have usually forgotten that either I took the door key back inside, or that it's laying on the seat, because I have no pockets (see above). When I get out I lock the doors, and have no keys to get back in. The first time I had to call a locksmith (which my insurance has reimbursed me for. YAY). The second time, I had a back-up plan in place. (I say first and second meaning this year. This has happened to me many times before, and Rob has always bailed me out, but he isn't always in town to do that) I copied the keys to the house and car and put a set in my desk at work. They are now accessible 24 hours a day. I also put a car key in Ally's cubby at day care, so if I lock myself out while picking her up, she doesn't have to wait for me to catch a cab to work and back. How pathetic is that?
Posted by ktjrdn
at 12:44 CST