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