Fess Up Friday

1. On Sunday I turned on the bath water for the boys' bath and left the bathroom. I was in our office, which is adjacent to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Greg walked past, and said, "Why is this on?"
What a silly question!
"To give the boys their bath," I replied. "Like we do every Sunday," I muttered under my breath as I looked up. And to my horror, I discovered what the this was that Greg was referring to. It was the shower-that was spraying water down the outside of the tub, soaking the floor and bathroom rugs! That's one way to clean the bathroom!

2. Also, on Sunday, I had to make Caleb's bottle while we were in the church nursery. I added the formula powder to the water in the bottle, put the nipple and cap back on, shook the bottle, and took the cap off, while holding the bottle toward Caleb's face. You know where this is going, right? I swear this has never happened before, hence I wouldn't have held the bottle toward Caleb's face, but the bottle completely sprayed milk right in Caleb's eye and all over his face. Wouldn't be so bad had there not been other moms there to witness the abuse I was unknowingly bestowing upon my child! However, here I am sharing it with the whole world on my blog!

3. As we continue our Eat From the Pantry/Freezer Challenge, I had meatloaf and seasoned potato wedges on the menu for Monday. I went out to our chest freezer in the garage to grab the seasoned potato wedges, only to find them outside of the freezer sitting on a box. And for how long, I don't know. Friday, maybe. Saturday, possibly. Full disclosure here, I immediately thought, Surely we can eat them. I hating wasting food. But to be safe, I did call our family's food extraordinaire, my mom, who said, "Sure, I don't think it would be a problem. Are they still cold?" They were, so I turned on the oven, and laid out the wedges, to see that under the coating I could tell they were mushy and brown.
Now any sane person at this point would throw them away and go to side dish plan #2, but not me! Remember I hate wasting food. So I did put them in the oven, cooked them, and then decided it wasn't worth the risk to have my family eat them. However, I was craving them. After all, I had it set in my mind, and on my menu to have seasoned potato wedges! So, I found the least brown one and ate it. Craving satisfied! (And it didn't taste all that bad!)

4. My mom was with us on Tuesday into Wednesday after her trip to Texas. I drove her to O'Hare on Wednesday afternoon, and although I knew she was departing, I went to arrivals. "Um, sweetie, you wanted to drop me off upstairs," my mom said. Aww, man! And the crazy thing is that I've done that before on other trips to the airport. So we drive pass all of the arrival terminals, knowing that I could go back around the airport to go above to departures. I see the sign, "Back to arrivals," and follow it. "Um, sweetie, you want departures!" Oh boy! Good thing we left plenty of time. "That's OK," I reply, laughing, "I'm pretty sure I can get to departures from here," I say, as we pass a sign that says, "ACCESS TO DEPARTURES PROHIBITED!" So once again we go past all of the arrival terminals, and I head right, which will lead us to back to the city and departures. However, as I was back above ground, I saw another sign that said "Back to arrivals," and started veering to the left. "No, you want departures," my mom yells, laughing at me! Truly, I know the difference between arriving and departing!
I joked with her, "Well, maybe I just don't want you to leave."
"Apparently, so," my mom said, chuckling!
And that time I did get her to the correct departing terminal with plenty of time for her to spare, and plenty of time for me to go pick up C. from school!

So, once again, I'm fallible, and apparently, very fallible this week! What are you fessing up to this week?