I must be going through a bad patch. At least I hope that's all it is.
Yesterday I was catching up on the phone with a good friend -- I had the receiver wedged between my shoulder and ear, which forced my head to look down at my boobs. I don't usually do this, but I'm glad I did. Because I saw a big, greasy, red splat on my crisp, white, NEW Banana Republic T-shirt! Not just one spot, but as I looked closer, I saw a spray of splats, in a sort of constellation. It looked like the aftermath of a baby ant's painting session.
Damn, It must be the bolognaise sauce I made the girls for lunch. Frantic not to ruin my new shirt (I don't get many new things these days) I quickly made my way to the utility room, doused the shirt in stain remover, and then put under the tap to rinse.
Then I left to pick up the girls from school. This usually takes a while because I talk with a few mums, let the girls play on the apparatus and then send them to get check lost and found for the jumper they had on in the morning but has miraculously disappeared. Finally we made our way home, amid moans of "Why don't we live closer to school mummy?"
I opened the front door and heard the distinct rushing of water running. Nooooooooo! I couldn't have. Yes I did. I had left the tap on, and the shirt had blocked the plug, and the utility room was flooded. Oh joy.
And today I forgot my daughter's lunch at home. That's not unusual. But I didn't even notice it sitting on the kitchen counter throughout the day.
It's just a phase, right?
Photo credit: ladylush
