Officially a Mommy

As of yesterday, my little man is 6 months old (man does time fly!) and I think I finally feel like a real mommy. Don't get me wrong, as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I felt like a mom. Growing my little bundle of joy inside of me was all I could think about for the 9 (truly 10) months he was there. However, something happened yesterday that made me feel I'm "in the club". So, I figured this is a good story to start my blog off right.. here we go!

It was a dark and stormy night, down a dark and creepy alley... 

Well, not really. What kind of baby story starts that way? None-I would hope! Unless some super-hero came down that alley to save a little baby from utter peril! But I digress...

The little man and I decided to celebrate his half year birthday by going to the grocery store! Yaay! Not like we don't do this every week or so anyway, but he loves running errands with his mommy. So we get to the store, take our time going down each aisle, learning new things, taking it all in... reaching out for the bright colored veggies & cool looking cereal boxes, you know-basic 6 month old stuff. I also don't know what it is about paper and mommy's coupons in particular, but he loves them. The second that I lay a coupon down within his reach and turn around a couple times, it's vanished. Then I find crumpled up paper coming out of the corners of his mouth... not to mention all the coupon's ink staining his fingers and mouth. Here's hoping there are no long term effects to digesting ink. We've made our way to the check out, where we finally get to use those coupons (those soaking wet, crumpled coupons that barely scan - which I hand over to the cashier with a sideways "one of those days" smirk) and we're almost in the clear... when it happens.

I'm digging through the diaper bag, trying to find my wallet, when I realize it's in my real purse at home."No big deal honey" the cashier assures me, as I am actually tearing up and apologizing because I'm so embarrassed.

Now, you think this is bad.. just wait.

I decided to trek home, with the little man in tow, to retrieve my wallet and then pay for my groceries... I couldn't waste an hour of shopping and the use of my soggy (but still valid) coupons! So I drive home (cautiously with no license) and decide to get the mail on the way into our driveway - which is almost a mile long. I pull up to the house, grab the mail from the passenger seat, and put it on our coffee table. I get back in the car, turn around to pat my little man's head and then continue down the driveway, on my way back to the store... that's right, without my wallet.. again.

Needless to say, I get about 3 miles from home when I realize what I had done. I can't thank the heavens enough that no one, especially my husband, saw me or was with me when I did that. It was just a little secret between my little man and me... until now, of course. I did finally get my groceries which they left up front for me (the mint-chocolate chip was a little squishy, and I hope that meat didn't sit out too long, 'cause I'm still making that lasagna tomorrow). This just made me realize how much of a "Mommy Brain" I have now. I barely remember to take the keys out of my car when I park it somewhere - I've put the Old Bay in the fridge, and the opened strawberry jelly "back" in the cupboard with the peanut butter - and apparently I leave my wallet at home, too. I guess this is just part of being in the club!

If you have had "Mommy Brain" experiences, please share... I'd love to hear your stories (& feel a little better about myself )