Yesterday, Noodle, Tibs and I all went to Tibs’ swim class. Beforehand, I made him strip off in the living room (praying that no one in the neighborhood could see his little naked bum shaking all over the house) and put his suit on. When I say “I made him,” I actually mean that I gave him a choice and he decided to put on the suit before class (so that he could do it while watching Spongebob), just so you know.
We got the suit on. I put his clothes in the swim bag, along with a towel and his goggles. I got bottles of water and snacks for each child. Out we went. We arrived on time. I was a responsible mother.
When we got to the Y, I told him to give me his Crocs and jacket, and I went to get his goggles. For a second, I thought I left the bag in the car. Of course not. It was at home.
I had to borrow a towel from the nice ladies at the front desk, and Tibs went home wearing Crocs without socks, a denim jacket, and a wet bathing suit. When I charge the batteries from our camera, I will post a photo. Let it be said that if DSS saw/sees it, I will be down to one child (or maybe none! Do they take all the kids out of your custody, or just the one wearing a wet bathing suit home from swimming in NOVEMBER?).
Brain: 0. Giant sucking hole of despair: 1.
half-assed mama 
We’re on the same page, honey. I just burned my breakfast toast while reading your post. Sigh.