Forgetful parenting moment
My most forgetful parenting moment was about 3 weeks after the birth of my fourth child. I insisted on accompanying my husband on a bread, milk and nappy run, just so that I could get out of the house for a bit. So we strapped the little one into his seat and off we went. When we got to the shops, though, I had a minor tragedy in the form of a massive breast leak and my top was soaked, so I sent hubby in without me. Then I realised that I had run out of breast pads, though, so I grabbed a baby blanket from the seat behind me, covered up, locked the car behind me and went in.
We ended up looking at some magazines, browsing the sweetie aisle, debating what to pick up for supper and commented to each other how very quiet it was for a change, not being surrounded by small people. And then we both realised we'd left our brand new baby alone in the car! Fortunately, he was sound asleep when we got back and the parking security guy said he'd kept an eye on him the whole time.
Still, there are few times I can remember feeling worse about myself...