Just Another Mom Of The Year Moment. No Big Deal.

Last night my husband informed me that he would be leaving the DirecTV boxes outside in the morning because the post office would be picking them up. I thought, "Awesome, we can finally get them out of our entry way!" Easy, right? Hmmm.

This morning, I go about my business. Doing laundry, cleaning up cheerios, wiping up vomit (reflux, I HATE YOU!), hauling around a 22lb baby, making beds, dusting, etc. You know...the usual.

Around 12, I stuck Finley in her high chair and plopped the computer on the table so she could watch an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while I made her lunch and threw in the last of the laundry. While I was in my bedroom, I heard a knock at the front door, buttttt, since I never answer the door if I'm not expecting someone, I just ignored it and went about my business.

Two minutes later, I heard a knock at the side door, which enters into the dining room. I thought to myself, "Wow, they are persistent...and now I have to answer the door because they can plainly see the baby through the window....

....sitting there by herself watching a video while I am nowhere to be found." Strike one.

I quickly get my buns to the door and whip it open. But, since I'm a SAHM who gets puked on at least twice a day, I am most definitely not put together. Not only am I still in my pajamas, they are the rattiest, nastiest, oldest pajamas I own. I mean, the sweatshirt was so old I had the entire collar ripped off and the shoulders slid halfway down my arms. The pants? Bleach-stained and hole-y. My hair was a rat's nest because of course I hadn't showered yet. And I was wearing fuzzy slippers.

Strike two.

Well, the postman tells me that my husband did not leave the boxes outside like he was supposed to. So I find them and haul them to the side door (I mean, these things were heavy, and there were four of them!), and I see him just eye-balling the room. I know he must be thinking what a disaster I am, but really, no big deal right?

Wrong.

As I close the door and turn around, I notice that the only thing on the table besides the computer (and right next to the computer, of course)...
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...is the empty beer bottle from last night's dinner.

Awesome. He thinks I'm THAT MOM.

Just another day in paradise lol.