Friends on Freecycle
Recently I joined my city’s Freecycle. Most cities have one: it’s a great place to trade things you don’t need anymore rather than throwing them away and filling landfills with perfectly good stuff. I filter all the e-mails to a folder in my inbox and glance through the subjects when I have time. Last night I spied an offer for a booster seat, something I have been talking about getting for weeks now. Recently Micah’s legs beefed up and I noticed they were looking a little squeezed when he sits in his high chair. I fired off an e-mail to the poster requesting to take the booster seat off their hands. The last name was familiar, but I figured there are plenty of people with that last name and didn’t give it a second thought … until this morning when I received a reply:
Fred will bring this in and give it to Eric this morning.
It was the wife of one of Eric’s longtime coworkers. They recognized my name and preferred to give the seat to someone they know. Eric’s bringing home the seat tonight.
The Empty Load
This afternoon, after washing a load of diapers, I decided to do another load of Micah’s clothes. I started the water, poured in the detergent, and then … Eric asked me a question about lunch and I went to the kitchen to show him what else we had to eat. I came back an hour later and realized the washer was full of suds, but the lid was still up. Closed the lid and the washer started. A while later I came back to check on Micah’s diapers to see if they were dry and saw a basket of Micah’s clothes on the floor. For a moment, I couldn’t remember what was in the running washer. Then I realized there was nothing in the washer. There was nothing in the running washer, except for water and soap. The cycle was almost over, it was draining, and it was about to go into the spin cycle. I laughed at myself, twisted the dial back, poured in more soap, added the clothes this time, and restarted the washer. Wow. Wow wow wow. I must need more sleep. Or we’ll just call it “mommy brain” and leave it at that.
Sounds familiar! Happens all the time when you're a Mommy! It only get's worse the older the kids get and the more they demand from you!
*grin* Oh if you only knew some of the things I have done whilst in Mommy/Wife mode. Funny one…when Kai was in the NICU I would get up every two hours to pump my milk for him. As if he were actually home with me and feeding. Well, one night in the middle of the night, I hooked up everything…and started pumping. I was standing up, half asleep and couldn't figure out why my feet were feeling cold and wet. Well, I forgot to put the bottles on. I was pumping my milk all over me and the floor. I didn't feel it until the milk had started to cool off! I laughed for days after that. Well after I was sad about dumping the much needed milk for my baby all over the floor. tee hee