The first week Tessa was home, one morning as I was making oatmeal, I caught myself with one eye closed and barely avoided using chili powder in place of the cinnamon. I can only imagine the look Taylor would have given me for that one.
Easter weekend, I was supposed to take bread to my sister-in-law’s house. Guess what? It’s still in the frig.
That same weekend I forgot Taylor’s bag and had to stop and buy diapers. Yep, spent $10 on what I could have pulled from the month’s supply in the closet.
Last week, Matt opened the microwave to warm his coffee and there were carrots which were supposed to be a part of dinner the night before.
This morning, I just found black pepper in the refrigerator.
I’m not forgetful. Truly, People, I’m not. But…
All I can say is:
I’m in Da Muthahood.
Thanks, Anita Renfroe, I’m feeling like a cool rapper instead of a forgetful loser! 🙂