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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

You Know You're Tired When...

You Know You're Tired When...

1) You park in the preschool parking lot, help get two children out the right sliding door of your minivan, shut the door, walk around the car to get the youngest out of her car seat and realize that in that time you have somehow managed to lock the keys and your child in the car.  Thanks to the fast work of the local police department, the car is unlocked, the child is freed, and no damage done to either the car  or the child...for now, emotional damage in the works.
2) You escape to the grocery store childless and after briefly relishing in the quiet of the check-out line without being harassed by your offspring for a pack of gum, you reach in your purse for your car keys and realize they have gone missing. You empty all the contents of your purse, check your pockets and pronounce them "lost". The manager of the store helps you retrace your steps, an announcement is made over the loud speaker and finally you decide to check the parking lot.  You return to your car, where you do find your keys, in the ignition of the car which you left running.
3) You drive to the next town desperate for some caffeine and wishing to take advantage of the drive-thru Starbucks and not have to unbuckle the three kids in the back seat.  You make it home only to discover that after paying for your coffee, you left without it.
4) You finally get a minute to enjoy your coffee which is now cold and you stick it in the cabinet instead of the microwave to reheat.

In conclusion, I think I need some more sleep since the coffee thing just isn't working!


2 comments:

  1. Bless your heart! And I promise I'm laughing *with* you, not *at* you! ;)

    Hope you get some coffee and some rest (in the appropriate order) soon...and maybe another kid-free trip to the grocery store, too. That can't hurt. ;)

    So glad to see you back in the blog world! Hope you and your sweet crew are doing well!

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  2. Amanda, this reminds me of last summer when I hadn't left the house all day yet somehow couldn't find my phone anywhere. I tried calling it upwards of ten times; finally I heard a very faint buzzing, maybe two hours after I'd started looking for it. It was in the fridge. You're in good "mom brain" company! But yes, get some sleep. :-)

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