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March 15, 2011

Mommy Brain Strikes Again

This past weekend, our little family arrived home after dinner at my in-law's house. We walked through our front door, at which point I promptly keeled over and died when I took a breath and caught a whiff of the stench that filled our entire entryway.

When I came back to life, I naturally suspected our shoe closet, being that I had such a close and intimate relationship with it during my first pregnancy. And by close I am, of course, referring to the one and only smell that unfailingly made me lose the contents of my stomach throughout the entirety of those blissful forty weeks.

Tragically, the smell, which resembled the succulent combination of dead dog and diapers, wasn't emanating from my husband's running shoes. Nor was it creeping from our kitchen garbage can. In fact, everywhere we looked, we were unable to locate the source.

Finally, though it smelled nothing like the rancid scent permeating my house, we decided that the smell must have been coming from the stack of dirty dishes that have been staring at me from the kitchen counter for the past two days. Thankfully, I always have a surefire response for those dishes: DUDE, I'M GROWING A HUMAN BEING. I'M BUSY.

Tonight in my pre-nesting phase, I went on a bit of a cleaning spree, which just so happened to include laundering some newly-purchased, secondhand pajamas for the toddler. Lo and behold, I brought the dirty clothes downstairs and opened my washing machine.

And promptly died a second time from the stench.

Apparently, I had started a load of laundry. At some point. Allegedly.

Although I can't quite remember the exact day, week, or century I pushed that start button, it doesn't mean that I waited too long to finish this particular chore. Still, just to be safe and because my husband supposedly doesn't enjoy smelling like mildew at the office, I ran the wash again.

At least I can still remember where I put my car keys.


  1. I use that line "I'm growing a brain as we speak, what are you busy doing?" all the time. I'm only 4 weeks pregnant though and am not sure if I can get away with this for 36 more!

  2. Haha, so funny! Hope the clothes weren't forever ruined! Don't feel bad, we all space majorly and most of us aren't even growing babies the majority of the time! (-:

  3. Oh my goodness...I am not even pregnant anymore and I STILL do this! Oops ;)