So this morning I thought I'd pop out for a baby with a coffee and forgot my house key. I had to call DH to rescue us, he had to leave work after he'd just gotten there and do a 40 minute round trip to unlock the door for us.
As if that wasn't bad enough, I then realised the door key had actually been in my pocket all along. Just in my trousers pocket, rather than my jacket where I usually put it, but still I swear I'd checked there!
I'd also already had a panic this morning thinking I'd lost my phone which I ended up finding in the wardrobe.
Is something wrong with me? Or is this what happens when you've not had an uninterrupted night's sleep for 6 months and have a huge mental load?
I feel so bad for DH, who wasn't even annoyed at me (or at least pretended very well that he wasn't).
Is it just me?