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.
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