So, about my week. Here's the short version: I paid for groceries and left them in the store twice (that is, on two different occasions), locked myself out of the house, drove without my wallet and license, and cared for two sick kids. Oh, and when E had one diaper left, I bought a case (n=156) of the wrong diapers, despite the fact that she's been wearing the same kind since she was oh, I don't know, three months old. At the store where we finally bought the right diapers, E was running around for about ten minutes before I noticed she wasn't wearing shoes.
Here's the long version: oh yeah, you really don't need to hear about that.
