Note to self: bring a set of keys to the neighbor's house tomorrow.

I'm lucky if the breakfast dishes get done my lunchtime. lol

 

My favorite is the "I have to go to the bathroom"/baby just pooped moments.

 

Alex, I had the SAME vision of motherhood.

Boy was I in for a rude awakening. Sometimes I am still in my PJ's when we take the OS to school... thank goodness for winter parkas and ski pants :-)

 

Ughh. I never locked myself out of the house until after I had my first. Then it happened several times. The first, I had to lug my little girl in her heavy as hell baby carseat a mile to my in laws house. They weren't home. Luckily one of their neighbors were and they were kind enough to drive me to my moms house 20 miles away until my husband got home. The second time, I was shoveling snow and locked myself out and the baby in. Luckily, my neighbors were home so I was able to call my in-laws and they came right over.

As for getting out of the house. HAhahaha. Iwas always on time early until I had kids. Half the time were walking out and I'm doing a once over and it's then that I realize that Moe, after 20 minutes of "put your coat on, put your shoes on" still doesn't have shoes on. Or one of the older one's is leaving their backpack.

 

I just came in from almost literally pushing my ds out the door this morning! While the issues will change (ds would cry if I did try to pick him up), it all remains the same. Ah... the days when I used to get places on time.

Sigh.

 

Yes, I've noticed the more in a hurry you are, the more things get forgotten and the slower the kids get ready. So, pretty much every day.

We were such perfect parents before we had kids.

 

Been there, done that.

Broke into my own home.

It makes me tired just thinking about it.

 

There are a lot of "I'll never" statements that don't come out of my mouth anymore. Live and learn. :0

 

When husband was a toddler (or maybe pre-school age), my mother-in-law left him alone in the house while she took out the trash. Husband dragged a stool over to the door, stepped on it, and turned the bolt. My mother-in-law had her keys with her, but since she never used the bolt, she didn't have that key. Husband then began crying hysterically and she could not persuade him to get back on the stool and switch the lock. I forgot how she eventually got back in, but I guess it all worked out.