Michael calls from the tax collectors office to have me verify a number on his motorcycle so he can get it tagged. Austin was watching Yo Gabba gabba and Steven was sleeping in his basket. I walk out the front door and close it so Austin won't run out and look for the number. I find it and hang up with Michael and turn to come back in and the door is locked Austin has locked me out!! Well Michael has fenced in the backyard and there isn't a gate (which I think I need to have him remedy NOW!) yet. So I knock on our neighbor's door and she was sleeping but she happily let me through the house because I thought the backdoor was unlocked. I get to the backdoor and no such luck. So I frantically call Michael who drops everything and flies home to unlock the door. Thankfully I could see the baby, but I was bawling because I couldn't see where Austin was and I was imagining all the worst things that could be happening. He finally popped up from under the computer desk covered in permanent marker Michael made it home and let me in where I proceeded to fall to pieces in a fit of horrible mommy guilt.
So the award goes to me after only 4 days of being a mommy of 2....
So the award goes to me after only 4 days of being a mommy of 2....







:.) A little rubbing alcohol takes it off, it was just not what I wanted to deal with 4 days PP....
I would be terrified! It doesn't make you a bad mommy though! Now you know, Michael can lock doors! 









I FLIPPED. Of course I was still hormonal and a complete and total mess. It sucked.