Yes, yes I did

The side effects of sleep deprivation and preoccupied mama absentmindedness resulted in the following...by the way, I've debated about whether to write about this or not, but I figure at this point next to no one reads this anyhow, so what the heck.

This happened a couple of nights ago...

The Husband, the Baby and I went on a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner so that I could score a couple more bags of Stacy's Cinnamon and Sugar Pita Chips. The Baby was asleep, so the Husband dropped me off at the door and drove around the parking lot. When I came out I looked around, spotted the truck and began to climb inside, when I was startled back to earth by a GIRL in the driver's seat loudly exclaiming "EXCUSE ME" and looking at me like a crazy person. At that point I realize what I've done and am absolutely HORRIFIED. In that moment I was secretly hoping that either a light from the sky would shine down and beam me up or that the ground would crack and I'd be swallowed beneath. Neither of those happened so instead I was left trying to explain to a total stranger why I just tried to get in her car. What exactly do you say in this kind of situation...it went something like "Ah"..."Um"..."I just"..."Sorry" slam the door and walk the other way. FAST. Oh, the horror.

I locate the correct truck, get in and give the Husband a look that says drive out of here like your life depends on it. What does he do instead? Well, in between shaking his head and laughing like a mad man he tells me that he saw the whole thing. Hot tears are now welling up behind my eyes and I know this is a stupid thing to cry about, so I angrily spew "at least you could have honked at me." Yes, because surely it's the Husband's fault that I am a moron.

I don't do things like this, I cannot emphasize this enough. I.Do.Not.Do.Things.Like.This...EVER. Oh and what's even better is that I was riding in the Husband's truck and the one I tried to climb into looked identical to mine.

Apparently I was long overdue for a lesson in humility.

Nervousness

As I sit here contemplating what to write for my very FIRST blog post EVER, I am quickly jolted back to reality. See, I happened to glance over at the quiet baby, who is rarely quiet, to find she has scooted over to a bundle of elctrical cords and computer cables and has one in her mouth...and there you have stellar parenting move of the day #1...or maybe it's #2 or #4, I don't count anymore.

So, "what the heck is egg sha-bam?", you ask. Egg sha-bam is something my sister, D, and I used to concoct. It involved stealing eggs from my granparent's chickens, one of my grandmother's cooking pots, stcks, leaves, acorns and whatever else...all carefully blended together with lots of sisterly giggling.

Life is kind of like egg sha-bam...lots of ingredients stirred together with the end result never the same. Lately for me life has been scraping poop out of my washing machine, trying to identify what food that is smashed into my rugs, avoiding laundry and attending some amazingly awesome births.

-Miss