I lost my list for Bellerina's party on Sunday.
I lost my keys, IN my diaper bag and had 10 people looking for them for an hour.
And quite clearly I lost my mind!
I made out a fantabulous detailed list for the party, it included pivotal things like "refill the bathroom soap", and "windex the dining room mirror covered in sticky finger prints" and oodles of other essential things that I totally can't remember any more. So, on Sunday when people are looking at a mirror that resembles a Pollock painting, and can't get the frosting off their hands, it's because today I was in the red. Losing was my job.
After a beautiful dinner at the Nana's house, with the inlaws, and some rockin' Key Lime Pie cupcakes (homemade by moi), I went on an hour long panic over my lost keys. I emptied out my diaper bag then handed it to my cousin and said "double check me", she did, no keys. This was followed by a sweep of the outside of the house by flashlight, checking under carpets, and insisting that my cousin's 3-year old son turn out his pockets.
The keys were in my diaper bag.
I'm like a 22 year old newly hired Madoff intern.
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