When pregnant with DS (DC1) I lost our food shopping. I had it at the shops. I had it when I went for an aimless wander a look around the shopping centre. I didn't have it when I got home. I'm still bitter about the loss of the biscuits. They were naice biscuits.
Also with DS I went out for the day leaving our ground flood, conveniently person sized, bathroom window wide open.
When pregnant with DD (DC2) we were in a new house. I went out once or twice at least eight times without locking the front door and at least twice left the living room windows open. I also went to bed several times with my keys in the outside of the front door (and the door unlocked). A nice neighbour used to lock the door and post the keys through whenever he noticed I'd done it.
I ran baths entirely of cold water and countless times I used to hang out all the washing on the line and then when bringing it in at tea time I used to realise I'd put it in the washing machine but hadn't actually switched it on so had basically hung out dirty clothes.
This time around (DC3) I have, so far, almost burned down the kitchen - I put the slowcooker on the hob and then, for reasons totally unknown, switched the bloody hob on and walked away. Only realised when all the fuses tripped and the smoke alarms went off. Kitchen was full of black smoke, slowcooker had melted onto the hob and the plug wire was almost entirely burned through (which is what tripped the electrics).
Roasted a chicken. In theory. In reality I totally forgot to switch the oven on and left a raw chicken sitting in it for a few hours.
Forgot DDs date of birth and on several forms wrote DSs name instead of my name.
Obviously I should not be allowed out anywhere on my own 