DD3 (10 weeks) is breastfed with the exception of a bottle of formula at bed time so I can have a glass of wine. Last night I got an open bottle of formula from the fridge and poured it into her bottle. Only upon warming it did I realise I'd served her Whiskas cat milk.
This follows from breakfast earlier in the week where I placed a slice of toast in front of the cat and put a tea bag in a wine glass.
Trying to get into the house a few days ago... I stood at the front door pointing the car keys at it. I even did the jabby motion repeatedly as I pressed the button (because everyone knows that makes it work better). DH and DS just looked on, totally bemused.
There's a chance the sleepless nights are catching up with me... 