Did I seriously walk Bean in his jogging stroller to pick up Monkey?

When I was still in the busy working world, I would often find myself, well...screwing everything up. I had this saying in reference to my forgetfulness that "if there is too much going on up there...something is going to start to fall out." This of course was my rational for having absolutely zero time management skills. Did I just say "time management skills?" Urgh!

My job was amazing and I got it right out of college, but it was hectic and demanding. Not the type of job for a mother of two small children. I would relish the thought of getting to get out of work early enough to actually pick up Monkey from school. So lame right? I would make a mad dash from the office to the school while checking the iphone to make sure there were no "new message." I know....negligent driver!

I remember getting to the school out of breath, sweaty, and dressed in my stuffy work clothes and high heels. I would always just make it in time, and it use to make me sick to see the SAHM moms who were always casually walking on the sidewalk, chatting it up with the some other SAHM while pushing the stroller with one hand and sipping a diet soda with the other. They were soooooo freaking annoying and perfect that I wanted to scream! I hate them! I hate them! I hate them! Wait, all I have to do is remind myself that I am a successful career woman and look damn good in these heels! Okay, so maybe it was a short term fix but it helped me sleep at night.

Today, I did it. I totally sold out! I decided to walk the couple of blocks we live from the school to pick up Monkey. I tossed Bean in the jogging stroller and took off. I was not even in a hurry, and it was then that it dawned on me! Really? Was this me? Oh well! I guess the flip flop was on the other foot now, and damnit, I'm not changing it back!