Saga of a crazed working mom

I usually feel like I am barely keeping it together as a full time working mom. I am perpetually, embarrassingly disorganized. Tonight was a prime example of how insane it's gotten.

I had to take a $5500 check to the bank today. I had it among a pile of papers and some other things in a bag to take to work. So this morning I backed out of my ice-rink driveway in the pitch dark of 7:00 and put some mail in the mailbox. I had to first take out the mail from last night that we'd never brought in. In doing so I absently noticed a piece of paper flit into the street. I thought it was that extra piece of paper on the Netflix envelope (I'd put a Netflix in the mailbox). I was in a hurry, Elizabeth was in the car, it was freezing, I was walking on ice in high heeled boots, and I thought it was just an empty Netflix thing so I left for work!

(you see where this is going...)

I made my trip to the bank midday and deposited a couple other checks but realized I didn't have the $5500 one. I figured I'd left it at home. Day continued as always. Much later, as I was getting Elizabeth ready for bed, I remembered the piece of paper I'd seen flit into the icy street. OH S****.

I'll spare the details of how I tried to explain the situation to Craig without him killing me. So, at about 8:30 after I'd gotten Elizabeth to bed (starving, exhausted, no dinner, a houseful of chores awaiting me), I tromped outside with a flashlight. Inching along our icy road, I must have looked like a bag lady--I was wearing my down coat and sneakers with my long skirt I'd worn to work, shuffling along the road with a flashlight. I thought I was doomed.

And then, I saw it in the snow in our yard. PRAISE GOD. I still can't believe I did that or how bad my disorganization has gotten. Will I ever be sane again???? I can't take my own utter airheadedness...not sure how many brain cells I have left!!!!

The numbers go to...11!

How can it be? This is my LAST "month" birthday!!!

I am still a total peanut at just under 16 pounds, but I can move with the best of them. Mommy calls me "Speedy Gonzales" or "Scooter McGee" as I crawl away from her at warp speed. I can also pull myself up on furniture and hold on by just one hand. I can get on my tiptoes to reach whatever entices me. No walking yet--probably because I hate wearing shoes and always pull them off!

I got lots of new toys for Christmas, but give me Kleenex, remote controls, the phone, sticky notes, spoons, or shoes anyday. The best day was when Mommy and I went in the basement so she could do some organizing, and I got to poke around at the VCR. Woohoo!

I love to be silly! I like to bang my hands on surfaces and it's hilarious when Mommy joins in. I love to crawl over to my old bouncy seat and pull the cord on the musical frog and hear the music.

I also love...ELMO! He is everywhere--on my toothbrush, many books, my diapers, a little stuffed Elmo. Mommy wants everyone to know these were all GIFTS, as she is not a fan. I like to say "Ah-mo", too! (Although I call many different things "Ah-mo", or just "mo." I love to point at things, too!)

I do NOT like to be shoved in my carseat (Mommy and Daddy are FINALLY buying me a bigger one!) or go in the big bathtub.

The big day is a-coming! Next time I report in, I will be a big girl...