Being a very forgetful person, my stories are endless. Like
- Calling the locksmith because I had lost my keys and locked myself out of the house, only to realize I had left them on the front step all night.
- Driving my car to work and taking the bus back to the babysitters. My sitter grumbled all the way as she drove me back to my car.
- Leaving a friend's video camera at the bus stop. It was gone when I got back to check.
- Paying my children to find my glasses.
- Leaving my cell-phone and palm pilot on the train. As it was near the end of the line, I waited for the train to circle back. Sure enough. Both were sitting on my seat where I left them.
- Losing my bag lunch twice in the same week. I only confessed to one of them. My honey found it at the bus stop.
But my most embarrassing moment to date was the late night I babysat my sweet Naomi while her mom checked out her undiagnosed fever at the emergency clinic. Naomi had gone to bed thinking mommy was home. She woke up at midnight crying and inconsolable. I comforted her best I could, but she woke up every time I tried to leave her bed to my own room. I ended up sleeping with her for the rest of the night. Or at least until 4:00 AM, when she sleepily groped for mommy's breast. Just try fending off a determined two year old, groping for mammary glands she KNEW were there. She went for the buttons. She pulled at my nightie. I felt like a blushing virgin.