Markers + Chicken = Epic Failure

Sometimes I do things as a wife/mother that really leave me wondering...."did I really graduate college?"  Haha.  No, they actually leave me wondering, "Was my brain removed during childbirth?"  Just those times when you want to smack yourself on the head and shout, "You idiot!!"

This was my morning....

Jackson found the markers and the paper.  Yesterday we had a great time with them.  I drew pictures and Jackson looked at the markers and tried to take the lids off and on.  It was a little messy but nothing too bad.

Today I let him have a go with the markers again....and then did the dumbest thing a mother would do.  I looked away.  I really wanted to finish an email.  Did I mention I was dumb?  1. The email was not that important.  2. My child was playing with markers....on the carpet.  This is the result.

And yes, that was only 1 of three similar markings.  This my friends is when I am soooo happy beyond belief that my husband does not get home until after 5 pm.  It gives me time to cover all the holes in the walls, pick up all the Cheerios, messes we make.  Praise Jesus for carpet cleaner, those marker lines came out instantly.  I was so giddy I wanted to make an infomercial for Kroger brand carpet cleaner!!

Let me finish though with my stupidity.  Once I saw what Jackson had done, I moved him to the hardwood floors (easier to clean, folks) but allowed him to STILL PLAY WITH THE MARKERS?!?!?  DOH DOH DOH.  And when I was finished cleaning, THIS is what he looked like.  Niiccceeee.

And that is why Jackson has a shirt that says, "Daddy thinks he's in charge."  It should say, "I'm in charge because Mommy is a big pushover who thinks she is fostering my creativity by allowing me to play with markers -on her carpet- at the age of 18 months."  Maybe that's a little too long for a t-shirt.

My other story is from last night.  I called Brian on his way home to tell him how excited I was about supper.  We were going to have pasta with alfredo sauce, grape tomatoes, and chicken on top.  He thought that sounded delicious.  Brian gets home and I start making everything, we eat, and clear the plates from the kitchen.

As we're laying in bed last night I say to Brian, "I never made the chicken!!!"  He chuckles and replies, "Yeah, I realized that when you were dishing it up but I didn't want to tell you."  We laugh about it and I tell him that I'm going to make tater tot casserole for dinner the following night (today).  He says, "Ok, but make sure you don't forget the tater tots."

So that my "followers"  (all 4 of you) is what I call "Mommy Brain."  According to Brian it's getting worse.  I guess I'm using this as my excuse in life for the next 20-25 years.  

Has anyone else felt like a complete airhead since having a baby?  Am I the only one who feels as those their brain is slowly pulled out each day by a toddler?  Have you had an failures in parenting/homemaking lately?  Please let me know I'm not alone.