I always have my clothes ready for the morning the night before, and last night I was looking for my favourite Grey jeggings to put out. I couldn't find them anywhere. I looked in the trouser drawer, my wardrobe, every wash basket, the drying pile and the washing machine, and nothing. After 20 minutes of searching I sat down in a bit of a huff thinking they've just been sucked in my the invisible vortex that we definitely have somewhere in our house as so much stuff goes missing. Then I realised I was wearing them I have no idea why I didn't realise this sooner especially as I'd been wearing them all day. I had a baby 10 months ago, am I allowed to blame baby brain?
Please make me feel better by regaling me with your stories of fuckwittery
Oh loads of stuff! Had seen a candle in Tesco I wanted a couple of weeks ago and popping in with DP to get it and then got in a strip after 1 second of looking declaring they’d sold out and didn’t have it anymore. DP calmly points it out right in front of my nose. Similarly got really annoyed that I’d lost my favourite hat...I was wearing it. And lastly spent 20 minutes looking for the door key. It was in the door on the inside.
Had a massive panic thinking I had lost my 4 year old darling son in a really busy station until his face appeared upside down in front of mine. He was sitting on my shoulders and I was holding his ankles! he was very amused as were my DH and sister who witnessed my melt down. My little girl was 16 months at the time so baby brain could not be used as an excuse.
Last month was desperately searching round my house in a panic frantically searching for my lost phone.... whilst I was talking to my brother telling him I couldn’t find it anywhere ...whilst on the phone to him
It took me...errrrm, I can't remember, how many attempts to leave the house to collect dc from school just now. I was determined to be on time. I'm not usually. Walking up the drive, I noticed how cold it has turned, so rushed back in and got their hats and gloves. Walking back up the drive I tried to put the hats and gloves in the bag with the snacks - only to realise that I'd put the bag down on the stairs when I got the hats and gloves. So I rushed back again to get the snacks. Only to realise, at the end of the driveway, that I'd left the hats and gloves on the hall table. I'm not sure how many times I repeated this. At least twice! Finally broke it by muttering "Hats-gloves-snacks! Hats-gloves-snacks! Hats-gloves-snacks!" over and over while I got everything.
Made it on time, though! (Hence sitting here MNing on a brick wall, getting a frozen bum while waiting for dc to come out.)