Please tell me I’m not alone.

We pack the family up for a weekend road trip to visit friends.  I open the door to let my daughter out of the car and discover she’s not wearing any shoes.  For the entire trip.  And I didn’t pack an “extra” pair.

FAIL!

I head out for a day worth of errands and playground visits with my just-barely-potty-trained child.  Without extra underwear or pants.  And bathrooms are scarce.

FAIL!

The family drives out to my husband’s boss’s house for a bbq/pool party (potentially planned specifically to have our kids swim in their pool).  Thirty minutes into the trip, I realize I forgot to pack the kids’ bathing suits.

FAIL!

Am I the only one that does these kinds of “mom fails”?  Am I the only one that forgets to put more diapers in the diaper bag?  That forgets the specially prepared container of that day’s lunch, peanut butter sandwiches, on the kitchen counter?

I don’t want to even mention the amount of times I’ve had to get together with friends because I forgot to bring their child’s gift to their birthday party.  Both my husband and I have, multiple times, forgotten the gift for the party we were going to.

FAIL!

I remember when I was pregnant hearing about pregnancy brain.  Then as a new mom, there’s mom brain.  WHEN DO I GET MY BRAIN BACK?

Overcoming Mom Fail Moments

I’ve tried a lot to try to overcome these instances of failure.  I have a bag packed for nearly every type of adventure we do – the forest school bag has a first aid kit and bug spray stocked in it.  The beach bag always keeps googles, sand toys and sunblock.  My purse has a first aid kit, quiet toys and granola bars.  We have a dvd player bag with the player and dvd holder.  I try to rely on these pre-stocked bags until – ugh, forgot to restock the XXXX.  Or even worse, someone else in my household doesn’t properly re-insert everything after using it and, let’s say, the dvd holder is missing from the dvd player bag.  So I have a player and no dvds.

It makes me almost want to never leave the house! Until my children start chasing each other screaming.  The pitch of those screams makes me want to immediately abandon our residence, rushing us out the door, inevitably leaving behind water bottles, snacks, shoes and sanity.

Hmm….maybe it isn’t mom fails after all.  Maybe its survival instincts kicking in; with tremendous repercussions.

Please don’t make me feel so bad – share in your mom fail moments.  Either comment here or continue the conversation on the Bleeping Motherhood Facebook page.