Abram likes to call me Delsa when I do something that reminds him of her. Usually it's very flattering because you all know how I hold my mom in high regard. Well, unfortunately I may gotten just a smidgen of absentmindedness from my dear mother.
Case in point, today. I took Aviva to the doctor for her 2 month appointment and shots. They weighed and measured her, the doc came in and talked to me about her developmental progress, and then she said goodbye and that the nurse would be right in to give her shots.
Somehow in the short time between receiving this directive and watching the door close, I went from thinking, "time to wait for the nurse," to "time to go home." So I proceed to get the baby dressed, pack her up, take her out to the car, look at the clock and think to myself, "Wow, that appointment went so fast!" (really, I remember having that thought), drive halfway home, and hear my cell phone ring. I pick it up and hear Dr. Palmer, "Mrs. Ellis, this is Dr. Palmer."
"I think you forgot to get Aviva's shots."
You can imagine the rest of the conversation. Of course for some reason instead of keeping these follies to myself, I immediately call Marianne to tell her what I've done. Somehow I feel like the way to get rid of embarrassment is to share it with as many people as possible. Doesn't make a lot of sense, I know. Of course the person I really wanted to call was my mom, but since she was sound asleep in Australia, I made a couple of other calls. And obviously I'm not completely over it since I'm now letting the wide world know about it as I blog.