Interlude.....

So not every post can be long and drawn out, because unfortunately I still have a job and they still expect me to work, despite the fact that I’m knocked up. Go figure. It’s not like I can pay attention or remember even the simplest of details these days but, I guess they figure they’ll milk me for their monies worth until someone else starts milking me. Ok that was inappropriate, but I watched my friend breastfeed her 3 week old baby for about 2 hours on and off last night, and it really just seemed like she was being milked.

Anyway I digress. I digress from my digression. What was this about again? Oh right, the stupid things I’ve done since getting pregnant, other than those previously mentioned.

So my newest and most favourite brain dead moment occurred just over a week ago, when hubby and I, along with 6 friends and 3 dogs, headed out to our cabin. I was, as usually, putzing about in the morning, taking care of business. Yes we’re all adults but for some reason I take it upon myself to ensure that they are well fed and caffeinated, especially in the morning. Even if I cannot have any of that sweet sweet caffeine (ok I lie, I broke down at the cabin and had some real coffee…but after an hour, talked myself out of the addition of Bailey’s so I figure it's a wash), I figure they should. So, I am putting on our second pot of the day, mindlessly chatting with my lady friends, I measure out the coffee….scoop scoop, 1 heaping tablespoon per 8 oz. cup….9…10…11…12….I even managed to put the filter in. Now it’s onto the water….fill up the carafe and away we go…….

Except, I missed a crucial step. A few moments after I sat down, satisfied with my proactive second pot brewing skills, my girlfriend turns to me and says “uh sweetie, I think you forgot something”. As the coffee maker spits and coughs, steams and tries to make coffee, I realize that I have filled the carafe with water, but have neglected to add the water to the machine. Right, it’s still in the carafe, and the coffee maker it trying really hard to brew, but it just can’t.

Oh lovely morning.

I then add the water to the backside, only to have the brewer steam at me, and spit out hot water...I guess it serves me right for being so daft. 

Later that day, for about the 3^rd or 4^th time recently, I will frantically tear open a bag of baby carrots as if my life depends on getting one in my mouth NOW, only to have a different friend point out the easy to open, and re-sealable marvel of product packaging genius, just on the other side of the bag….I’ve proceeded to do this to a bag of pasta, a thing of grated cheese and some rice….and I'm sure there is more coming. 

Did I mention the other night I peeled and cut the crap off an onion while making soup, then proceeded to chuck the onion in the compost pail and the peels and ends in the pot? No I probably didn't, because that might be the worst one of all. 

There have been countless other stupid person moments lately, I’m just too stupid to remember them……