Oh hell I know I was, but pg hormones are raging and the DDs are home as their school is a polling station.
I went to do the weeks shop without a shopping list or even a meal plan in my head, and I just stood in the bakery bit trying to call DH for him to help with meal suggestions as my brain was a complete blank, when he very politely said he was in a board meeting I put the phone down and burst into tears (much to DDs embarassment)
Bloody hormones, I feel like such an idiot now