I think I've crossed over the threshold of ditzy motherhood like a human canon ball out of a canon.
Dillyn only woke up twice last night.
Feeling like a million sparkly dollars (but really, only slightly less zombie-like), I got up before she did, jumped in the shower and even ate some cereal, all before she woke up.
We had a vet appointment this morning so I was kinda pushing time. I decided to wake her up, feed her, and try and get her back to sleep before we left.
I had 27 minutes.
Let the countdown begin.
Changed her diaper. 23 minutes left.
Started to feed her. 20 minutes left.
Little Kaboom (nickname because of her exceptional pooping skills) had an explosion while feeling. Diaper change #2. 10 minutes left.
Still hungry. Feed #2. 8 minutes left.
Finally, she's happy, sleepy, and in her carseat.
Rush to put the carrier in the car, after Grandma struggled with it for 2 minutes. Nearly tackled Grandma to get the damn thing in there faster. Wrestled the dog into the back of the Jeep. Forgot his leash. Tripped up the steps to the house to find the leash. Got it.
It's go time.
-3 minutes left.
Fly down the gravel road to the Vet, miss the turn, had to pull two U-ies on the busy highway to get back to the Vet. Finally get parked and we're 10 minutes late.
I call this a win!!
So where's the ditzy part????
I walk into the vet, check in the dog, sit down, Grandma's holding the carrier like it's a fragile piece of glass and won't sit it on the floor, and I look down and my right tata is definitely more 'pointy' than my left.....Ummmmmmm, that's weird.
Look inside my shirt...... I forgot to button up my bra from feeding 20 minutes ago. My right tata has been just swinging in the breeze.
Now, I can't let go of the dog because he'll go ape shit and climb the walls trying to get pets from the receptionist. Grandma won't let go of the baby. So, I decided to one wing it through the entire appointment. BTW, this is a new Vet. Never met him before.
This motherhood thing is fitting perfectly for me I think.