Doh!

OK everyone, this ought to make you laugh! This is what being nervous does to me...

School starts tomorrow. My boy will be in Year 2 and my little girl will be starting kindy...again. We tried last year and she wasn't ready. It was the worst day ever, for her and me, and I'm so nervous about doing it all again tomorrow!

So anyway, this morning I realized there were some last minute school things I needed to get (oh yeah, I always leave things to the very last minute!) so I got the reluctant kids in the car and drove to Big W. We picked up the few things we needed then went to the supermarket. Miss4 always sits in the trolley, not in the kiddie seat, in the actual trolley. And as we had a large list I hung the Big W bag on the trolley instead of putting it in so there would be more room. I never do this (this is important info...you'll see....).

We did the grocery shop without any major incidents...tick!
We got back to the car, unpacked the groceries & strapped the kids in...tick!
We came home, unpacked the groceries, I get changed to go down to the treadmill thinking about the new things I'd bought for the kids...THE NEW THINGS FOR THE KIDS!!!!!
I didn't put them in the car, I left them hanging on the trolley...because I never hang bags on the trolley...CROSS!

So what do I do?
I panic.
I'm talking full on panic stations.
I'm yelling to the kids to get back in the car, don't worry about shoes, I'm madly changing back into my 'shopping clothes'.
The kids are running around wondering what the hell I'm talking about.
I yell to them to just get in the car, I grab the car keys, shut the door and realize....I didn't get the house keys!!!... CROSS!

Thankfully we live a 2 minute drive from Big W.
But I'm panicking so much I can barely drive down the driveway.
By the way, did you know if you try to reverse downhill in drive, the car turns itself off?
No? I didn't either until today....DOH!

The whole 2 minutes I'm praying "Please God let the bag still be there" the whole time imagining someone had taken it as a nice little freebie.
But guess what? It was still there, hanging on the trolley...YES!.....TICK!!!

And we were still locked out of the house.

Thankfully, again, my husband works 4 minutes from home, so we drove to the police office (where he works). Once I park I realize I have no idea where his office is. I never go to his work. Thankfully (for the 3rd time) someone was in the carpark. I didn't know who he was, we don't do much work socializing. So I asked if he could tell me if Hubba was inside. He said he was. I quickly told him who I was because clearly he had no idea. He introduced himself as Bruce, shook my hand and led me to my husband's desk. Who got one hellava fright when I stepped into his office because, like I said, I never go to his work. Anyway, I discover Bruce is the new boss and inspector...oh yeah, way to meet the new boss!! Then I hastily grab the key and get back to the kids in the car...(Oh, you're not supposed to leave kids alone in the car? Not even even at a police office? Oh, especially at a police office....gotcha!) and hightail it back home where I can get back to the business of being nervous about tomorrow.

So what was I about to do?
Oh yes, the treadmill.....and breathe......