Big day today, DC free and last date night with DH before new baby arrives.
I was supposed to be up, showered and have everything ready by now to set off shopping (need last few bits) as soon as my Asda delivery arrives. But what do I do? I procrastinate of course.
Driver turns up and the kitchen is a bomb site and I'm in PJs with Nutella around my face, so there I go lugging big multipacks of baby wipes and nappies into the house and the bloody dog (who I thought I locked in the utility room) decides it's a great time to sneak past me and run down the road to say hi to the neighbour fixing his car.
So I set off waddling running down the street after the little fluffball in DHs pyjamas (mine don't fit anymore 
), food on my face, no makeup, messy hair and a full term pregnant bump leaving a very confused delivery driver behind shouting after my DDog using her "full" name like an angry mum (she has no recall once she's excited by the way hence usually locking her in the utility when accepting deliveries). She knew she was in trouble so when I got to her she hid behind the neighbours leg and tried to look invisible 
and I had to physically pick her up and carry her back home.
Poor driver ended up unloading the last basket for me as I waddled back and asked if its all ok before leaving. I wished the ground would swallow me up.
It was way too early for this. 
(NOT envy)
Anyone willing to share their embarrassing moments to make me feel better?