the top 10 signs that you’ve been distracted
10 - You wrote an old co-worker an email after hearing that she had her wisdom teeth pulled. You sympathized by sharing an anecdote about how you looked like Eric Stoltz from Mask when you had your yours pulled freshman year.
She didn’t respond.
Two weeks passed. You obsessed and then finally checked your Outbox. Perhaps you suggested that she resembled Eric Stoltz and (understandably) pissed her off.
This is when you noticed that the email was still in your Draft box. Now it’s too late to send it and your great story died.
Alone.
9 – Your 3 year-old wrapped herself around your legs, looked longingly into your eyes and said, “Can I pleeeeeease have a bath tonight? Please?”
8 - You put off folding the laundry for so long that your entire family picked half of the clothes out of the baskets. The other half landed on the floor in the basement. You couldn’t tell what, if anything, was still clean. So you had to rewash it all. Plus all of the clothes that accumulated during the week. That left you with 7 loads of laundry to fold.
7 – You smiled and listened to your 3 year-old sing to her 11 month-old sister out on the porch. Awww…then they giggled. Hmmm…then they shrieked.
They finger painted each other with Desitin.
6 - The kids were cranky and you couldn’t find the milk. Or the meat. Or the cheese or fruit or…oh wait. You left the groceries in the car.
Three hours ago.
5 - Speaking of the car, it’s probably time you cleaned it out. Here is what you found (in addition to the two big car seats, a double stroller, three empty Starbucks cups, two Horizon chocolate milk containers and a handful of gum wrappers that remained in the vehicle).
4 - You realized that it was quiet. And then you heard thumping on the floor above you. At first you wondered if the three-year-old was up from her nap. But the sound didn’t come from inside of her room. It came from…where’s the baby? You looked out on the porch. Nope. The dining room, living room, bathroom…the stairs.
She blew past you, crawled up two flights of stairs and attempted to break into her sleeping sister’s room. All in the time it took you to check your Inbox to see if your old co-worker responded to the email you actually sent this time.
3 - The last time you heard from the three year-old, she casually mentioned the potty. You remembered little else, so you investigated. The bathroom was empty; she was not there. But her shoes, socks, jeans, the running water and an unwound roll of toilet paper ballooning out of the toilet suggested that you just missed her.
2 - Your extremely stinky 11 month-old toddled up to you and handed you the object she dragged across three rooms.
A bag of diapers.
She lifted up her arms and chastised, “Mama!”
1 - Your dog rolled in something at the park. You chased her away from the scene but could not locate the object she attempted to perfume herself with. You removed her collar before entering the house. You felt something soft in your hand.
It was a dead mouse.
It was mangled in her collar and now it’s in your hand…
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<<the top 10 things that scare the crap out of me
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November 6, 2008 at 10:36 pm
I have direct intimate personal experience with #’s
8,7,6,5,4.
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I don’t have kids, btw.
xo c
November 6, 2008 at 11:03 pm
I am #8!
Also…Just this morning I had to walk back into the house to get his favorite toy, his saline solution, my house keys, my brain…only to get to work with no cell phone…and no debit card!
November 6, 2008 at 11:19 pm
Oh my! I just, a few minutes ago, posted my own bad mommy moment. Then clicked on Tag Surfer and am laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes.
I have personal experience with numbers 9, 8, 6, 5…and yes, even 10, although it was an entirely different reference which has long since been forgotten. Relevant jokes have a short shelf life.
November 7, 2008 at 12:43 am
you have such a colorful life
i’m always afraid i’m going to leave the groceries in the car. actually, as i read that one i stopped quickly, thinking…”are my groceries in the car?” (it’s midnight)…but no, that was yesterday that i got groceries and they were brought in. geesh.
November 7, 2008 at 1:15 am
I know you already covered this, but why does mothering have to involve so much fecal matter? It saddens me every time I’m reminded of it.
November 7, 2008 at 10:16 am
To answer Kerry’s question: it just does.
November 7, 2008 at 10:30 am
Niiiiiiice….
November 7, 2008 at 2:40 pm
OMG, that is quite a list! (It’s always a bad sign when things are too quiet…)
November 7, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Hahaha! Don’t worry, I know the email would have been awesome!
I too have experienced 9,8,6,5,4 and 3. Except that for number 8, the pile is usually comprised of pretty much every clothing item, blanket, sheet, towel and washcloth in the house because I waited for forever to do laundry and even longer to fold what I did do! It also usually ends up on the floor from a combination of being picked through by the family and dumped out by Donnie who likes to use the basket as an SUV for him and his reindeer, Superman, Diego DVD and hot wheels car.
November 7, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Isn’t that the way with the second born, you leave her bulging in her diaper until it’s completely filled; while, you would never had done that with the eldest. I think of it as saving the planet.
As for the dead mouse. Ewww.
November 7, 2008 at 8:32 pm
8 is my arch-nemesis! I laugh looking through our family photos. In the background of each picture is 1 to 2 full laundry baskets. They are in every room of the house and we spend our days sorting through them looking for something to wear.
5 is also close to my heart. I may get rats in there soon feeding off of the castoff poptarts (organic, of course) and thousands of cheerios.
November 7, 2008 at 11:00 pm
That’s a good one, Boo. Have fun in New Jersey. TWO, the laundry, and I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.
PS: have you seen my dark jeans?
November 26, 2008 at 11:23 am
i have one…you know you’ve been distracted when you realize that your only ONE is nowhere to be found, but you hear the dog whining (also missing) You find them both on the bedroom floor and the baby is holding the remote to the shock collar. OOPS!