Or in other words, I am losing my everloving mind, people, and I need to know that I am not the only one.
On Saturday I told my two year old that we were going to a party. She loves parties, so she got incredibly excited, checked that there would be balloons, presents, etc., went careering around the house, insisted on picking out her favourite dress, etc., etc.
I'd got her dressed up, clutching a wrapped present and buckled into her car seat before I realised the party was Sunday not Saturday. Fine, at least I'll never do that again, I thought (oh, the wobbling lip, oh, the drama).
Except that last night we were due to meet an old friend for dinner so DH and DD and I all went to this restaurant (DD excited because she loves this friend, who taught her to clink glasses and say cheers back when she was about 15 months old), sat there for 40 minutes, finally raised the friend on the phone, who said "um, that's next week".
This morning I found the vegemite in the fridge. Later I carefully rugged DD up in a thick cable knit over a sweater, and a fuzzy hat, to combat the winter weather. Sent her out to the car while I grabbed my coat, came outside, realised I'd forgotten to put shoes on the poor child.
I'm thinking I shouldn't be allowed out unsupervised.