You know you are utterly sleep deprived when...

Anonymous
is be use you neglected to attach the yellow and white plastic flap thing


you forget the "cause" in "because."
Anonymous
When you spend a precious free ten minutes on a walk - wishing the entire time you had remembered your sunglasses - only to find out when you get home that they are on your head.

When you pour coffee in your son's sippy cup (luckily realized before I gave it to him).

When you have no idea where the ice-cream in the freezer went. No idea. The cartoon isn't in the trash. It isn't in the freezer. Can't find it in the cupboards.

When you can drink two cups of coffee, sit down to rest your eyes for a minute, and fall asleep immediately.
Anonymous
too funny - been there (four times)! though it's not quite so funny when you're in it.

if anyone's in need of a lift, link to two essays i return to all the time to remind myself of what it all means (motherhood, that is). by the great anna quindlen - you've probably seen the happy one ("goodbye dr spock"), but the dark one ("playing god on no sleep") is equally brilliant. posted a link to the two on my blog recently if anyone is interested...

http://www.chinesegrandma.com/2010/10/anna-quindlen-motherhood/

not that you all have time to read. maybe in a couple of years! =)
Anonymous
Ok, in a very very NOT funny example of this, I will admit that I recently parked, locked my car, and got at least five steps away before I remembered that my 6 month old daughter was in the back seat. Like, I *completely forgot* she was there. I was hysterical with "what if?" guilt for the rest of the day.

Now I always put my purse in the back seat next to her, so when I go to grab my purse I see she's in there. You never think it will happen to you...until it does.
Anonymous
When you rush somewhere, jump out of the car, go about your business for a few hours, and then, when it's time to leave, start looking for your keys. Where could they be?

You retrace your steps, ask security guards, etc., if they've had any turned in, and then, mystified, head back to the car in case you locked the keys in it. And then you find that you left the car running for three hours, keys in ignition.

How did it not get stolen???
Anonymous
this makes me feel better: this is from this morning.

you arrive at a destination in a cab only to find that you have no wallet. husband is out of town and not answering cell so you have to call boss for credit card number...

trying to decide if i pan-handle for metro money or ask boss since he already knows I don't have a wallet...
Anonymous
PP's story is a good, scary reminder. Ever since reading about kids dying in parked cars because overtired, over stressed parents plumb forgot they were there, I have had nightmares about that. SO much so that the other day I had to leave super early for an appt so my husband was trying to juggle both kids, which meant dropping off older one on the route which is on the way to work and then doubling back to near our house to drop off baby (because care didn't start until after school started) and then go to work. (This is why i usually do daycare drop off). And he's started a new job so is very stressed and was working on something early that morning before I left. So I texted him twice to make sure they got in okay (it was also dark and rainy) and didn't hear back and was panicking that he had dropped off older kid and was headinginto work with baby in back seat asleep==thinking of this while getting a root canal. I actually asked the dental assistant to call my daycare (since I was unable to speak clearly) to make sure baby was dropped off. I felt foolish, but also relieved.
Anonymous
you find yourself at work wearing inside-out underwear and two different earrings. On more than one occassion...
Anonymous
I put my yoga/workout pants on backward all the time. Is it weird that it doesn't feel any different?
Anonymous
you go to work and don't even care that your shirt has spit up stains on both shoulders.
Anonymous
Anonymous wrote:you repeatedly call your new son by your friend's son's name. referring to the pediatrician as the vet.


HA HA HA!! My DS is 6 months old and my DH and I STILL do this all the time!!!
Anonymous
You find your self truly struggling to assemble a toy and can't believe it can be so complicated.

Then you realize you are using the Spanish Language directions, instead of the English version.
Anonymous
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:you repeatedly call your new son by your friend's son's name. referring to the pediatrician as the vet.


HA HA HA!! My DS is 6 months old and my DH and I STILL do this all the time!!!


And by "this" I meant calling the pediatrician the vet ... but I am actually not all that sleep deprived I don't think. Just can't get it straight that our human baby and our furry baby do not share a doctor, I guess!
Anonymous
i call my 6 month old Kitty quite often...
Anonymous
When you can remember details ("my daughter will be three weeks old on Tuesday"), but not the more basic stuff, like the child's sex ("he's having trouble with his latch. Wait. Um. I mean she. SHE's having trouble with HER latch.")

Oh, and I totally put the cereal in the freezer, arrived at destination in cab and found I didn't have my wallet (turned around, went home, cabbed back again. Three times the fare for the cabbie, hooray).
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