Prepared?

As a mother, I sometimes feel like I will never be on the ball or 100% prepared for anything ever again. I try my best, which is the most anyone can do, but I often feel like I'm one step behind. You have those good days where everything goes smoothly and you just want to punch your fist into the air for winning at life, but let's face it, it isn't every day.

On Tuesday I forgot to refill my diaper bag with wipes; on Wednesday I only brought a small bottle and a packet of Mum-Mums when we went out for lunch; On Monday I didn't bring a spare outfit and he poop-leaked out of his diapers while we were downtown. Plus I forget things now, like wearing my wedding rings and wondering if I locked the car doors. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I used to be so awesomely prepared.

I'm going to blame it on the fact that I am just getting my regular diaper bag back together again after being apart from it for 3 weeks. I snapped my "diaper bag" aka gigantic purse's strap, by closing the trunk on it on Thanksgiving. (see, I'm a mess) Luckily the store repaired it for me for free, but I still need to get my shizzle together already since I've been home for six days.

I never forget the baby though, which I guess is the most important thing. We left the house yesterday in the pouring rain, and Small Human had all his warm rain gear on, while I sported ballet flats and no coat. Such is the life of a sometimes frazzled mother.

Today is another day. But just in case, so is tomorrow.