My husband called me at the office at the end of yesterday inquiring whether I had sent clothes to the babysitter for the 3-year-old. I said, "No, I dressed her. I always dress her on the days she goes to Kaye's (our Tuesday sitter)" and he said, "uh, well, no she's in her pajamas and Kaye said she couldn't find her clothes."

Then it hit me.

I FORGOT TO DRESS MY CHILD.

I dropped her off at the sitter in her Dora P.J.'s and slippers.

Nice. Just hand me my Mother-of-the-Year award now.

In my defense, I drop them off in P.J.'s at my Mom's on the other three days I'm in the office. But, of course, I always take their clothes.

So, babsitter Kaye who was in the morning crush to get her three older kids off to school while I was dropping mine off, thought maybe she lost the clothes and was looking around for them all day. I had to call & tell her that, no...I'm the crazy one.

When I called, she told me that they ended up having a P.J. day because her younger daughter insisted on staying her P.J.s like Lauren. Then, when my older daughter was dropped off in the afternoon, she insisted on changing into her P.J.s (which she happened to have in her backpack since she had slept over at grandmas).

Am I losing you here? Kids coming, kids going, kids sleeping over grandmas, one at the sitter, one at preschoool until noon ....

Ugh..it's no wonder I can't keep up. I don't even want to think about figuring out next years schedule with one in K and one in still in Preschool.

Next thing you know I'll be showing up at work in my P.J.s