Remembering forgetful moments.....

We have all had them, days where you wake up and you know its going to be a Barry Crocker Shocker! Its the old, "got up on the wrong side of the bed moment" which for me could be any morning really. I still have one sneaky monkey who likes the midnight raid into our bed. I wouldn't mind if he didn't move once there, but he is one of these children who turns into a wriggly worm when asleep!

3 in the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over plays in my head when I suddenly feel his little body bunker down in the space between my husband and I. I secretly love the fact he wants us in the middle of the night. One day he is going to be turning up his nose at the mere thought of me glancing at him, so while it lasts, I put up with it.

Sleep is often interrupted though. And a lot of mornings are foggy, and that is with out the aid of a night cap!

I admit I am not a morning person, never have been, never will be.....Night owl all the way "hoot!" but this habit does not favour well after having children and some days the self inflicted sleep deprivation takes it toll.

I forget things sometimes.... im sure we all do? Seemingly simple tasks need a degree to make them happen....IE. sending of a birthday card....so pleased I remembered the date! I thought a few days later, card made-check, card sent-check, voucher included-check...all good.....Nope it wasn't all good...I had sent the card and voucher and completely forgotten to write in the said card! How embarrassment! Especially as I get a thank you phone call,and clarification that I didn't write in the card...

I've also had a positive forgetful moment. Nappies, they have been on my shopping list for years,you'd think by now it was so engrained I would be buying them long after we even needed them! My last baby was nearing toilet training and in the back of my mind all I could think of was happy times...more pee on the floor, but happy times. For a week I forgot to buy nappies, we were low and only had a pull up here and there left in the house. On a Saturday morning I went to change my son,and you guessed it, not a nappy to be found. EVERY single bag that has ever ventured out of the house was searched....nothing,nada zilch!

The positive after the panic, was simple.....my last baby was growing up,and NOW!

I can laugh about it now. But I do hope this isn't a fore warning about further forgetful moments...

PS.....forgetting nappies worked a treat, he has been in jocks ever since and going great guns! it might not work for everyone, but I suggest a foggy morning to forget what you're doing to move on and upwards!