This may be short and full of typos. I am trying to make good on my dedication to write every Monday, which I intended to do while Jack was napping today. Today, however, he didn't take a nap, so I'm attempting to write in the 30 minutes before we have to leave to take the dog to the vet. Jack is also periodically coming over to "help" me, so we'll see how this goes.
My blog is quickly becoming a testament to the fact that I as a mom have a lot to do, and therefore, often do absentminded, flighty and blatantly stupid things. At least, having a kid is the excuse I'm sticking to for the next 20 or so years. To add to the tampon story, here is another blunder of mine, which is a lot less gross:
I went to Costco the other day to purchase large quantities of toilet paper, tissues, granola bars, etc. One of the things we buy there is a particular brand of bar soap, so when I saw the soap, I plunked the large, plastic-wrapped package in my cart. I paused and stared at the soap for a minute, thinking, that's really a whole lot of soap. Do we usually buy that much? At which point, Jack shouted gleefully, "EAT!" I fished a fig bar out of my purse/diaper bag and moved on to find the gargantuan flat of V8 we typically buy. V8 is the only vegetable Jack will eat on a regular basis, so we go through a lot of it.
We finished the rest of our shopping. I got everything on my list, approached the checkout lanes and took a glance at my watch - plenty of time to get home, eat lunch and get Jack down for his nap. I drove home with the windows down. It was a beautiful day, and Jack loves the wind in his hair. I mentally congratulated myself for getting the morning errands done with no hitches and having a kiddo, happily enjoying the breeze in the back seat.
We got home and unpacked the car, including the large flat of soap. I paused again, with the soap sitting on the kitchen counter. That is REALLY a lot of soap. I looked at my receipt (I know, I know, this is something I should do before I leave the store) and saw I had bought 75 dollars worth of soap. Upon closer inspection, I realized the cardboard box full of soap had individual plastic-wrapped packages of 14 bars of soap each. With six packages, I found I'd bought 84 bars of soap, amounting to about a 2-year supply.
I was exasperated with myself, since this happened the week after the tampon thing. When Jason came home, he saw the big box of soap and teased me unmercifully for...well, it's still going on, actually. Lucky for him, I have a good sense of humor about my own dumb-ass mistakes. When he asked me (once again) "How did this happen? What were you thinking?" I stuttered and stammered and came up with the same answer I had when my parents used to ask me that question as a child, "Well... I wasn't."