As I was leaving work yesterday, I realized I hadn't worn a jacket or coat.
::mental head slap::
me: "Oh my gosh, I forgot to wear a jacket this morning. I'm an idiot."
co-worker: "I can do better than that. I forgot more than my jacket yesterday..."
me: "Yeah, but yesterday didn't you wake up at 6:28 and had to have your kid at the bus stop by 6:45?"
co-worker: "Yeah, but this is pretty good."
Co-worker went on to explain that while in the bathroom, at some point in the workday, co-worker had realized that the tag of the underwear they were wearing was...in front.
Yep. An adult. Put their underwear on backward. This co-worker also explained that they had sent a text message to their spouse asking for advice on the situation.
I'd say that was a bit of a hectic morning (but I was glad for the story, it was the highlight of my workday)!
But it reminded me of going to a bridal shower a few years ago. The bride-to-be had left the room to use the facilities. All of the other women chatted & visited, but did notice she took a while to return. Upon her return, she said, "I don't know what your husband's like...but Matt likes these thong things..." and we started laughing immediately. "I was going to the bathroom and figured out that the label was on the side of my hip. So I had to take off my pants to put them on the right way. But I couldn't figure it out..."
To think anyone is slender enough to put their hips through the leg hole of a pair of underwear...yowza.
And then I remembered watching my little niece Nallie a few months ago. The Chicklets had gotten her dressed for church; diaper, top, bottom, socks, shoes. I remember noticing it was a little difficult to strap her into her car seat, but didn't make an issue of it and we all got to church on time. While at church, though, Nallie wanted to sit facing me on my lap. But she was having a tough time straddling my lap (and I'm not *that* much overweight, I swear). While shifting her position, I realized her legs wouldn't come apart...oops.
Both legs through the same hole of her outfit.
Last underwear story of the day -- I hope.
My girlfriend had triplet girls eleven months after I had my twin girls. R used to take "the babies" to their grandmother's house so she could attend church in peace (I totally understand this)! One Sunday R got baby A dressed in her dress/pants, baby B dressed in her dress/pants, and baby C in her dress...couldn't find the coordinating pants that went with the dress. Searched and searched, couldn't find the coordinating pants that went with the dress. Gave up and put on another pair of pants, took the babies to their grandmother's house, then took the two older girls to church.
Upon her return to the grandmother's house, she found a laughing grandmother. Apparently one of 'the babies' had needed a diaper change and Grandmother had found the pants!
R, in her sleep-deprived-half-crazed-gotta-get-out-the-door-to-church state had clothed baby A or baby B in TWO pairs of the coordinating pants. How's that for efficiency?!