Supermom I Am Not

Let's just start by acknowledging the feeling one gets from arriving to pick up a child in 45 degree weather, and finding her wearing no pants.  Onesie, check.  Sweater, check.  Cute little shoes with red bows, check.  Matching hair ribbon, check.  Hmmm, I know something's missing...  Ah YES!  The PANTS!

Worse, I am so tired that I really had to think to reassure myself that she WAS in fact wearing pants when she arrived.  The good news is that she did in fact arrive in a full suit of clothes.  And there was no major crisis, mommy just failed to re-stock the diaper bag after the last exploding diaper disaster.

You'd think mother's day out would have gone smoothly.  After all, we arrived 2 1/2 hours late.  Somehow, in that 2 1/2 hours, you'd think I'd have found time to stock the diaper bag.  Well, no... but I did find time to turn away the cleaning crew (no clean house, but no super-flu either), mess up no fewer than THREE online orders for Christmas gifts, and to take on another work project ("it's just a small one") that I don't have time to do.  Santa, bring me an extra week between Christmas and New Year's!