Progesterone Head

I did something so supremely stupid yesterday that Michael said I had to confess it here.

(I'm blaming the progesterone.)

We went grocery shopping. I'm pretty used to shopping by myself, so it's a bit different when you are tag-teaming. Michael was pushing the cart and I was adding to it. We were nearing the end of our list and we still hadn't found one thing we were looking for. So, Michael went to Customer Service to ask about it (cheesecloth is apparently with pots & pans - "kitchen implements" for future reference), leaving me with the cart to collect the remaining items we needed.

I'm not sure what happened next, but my brain apparently stopped working. I went to get some cans of soup and that aisle was crazy crowded, so I parked the cart and went on my soup-quest. I wound up with 4 cans of soup and I was trying to juggle those and get the other few items and I realized I didn't have enough hands, so I went to get a basket from one of the checkout lanes since Michael had the cart. Yep, I forgot from about 30 seconds beforehand when I PARKED THE CART.

So Michael finds me wandering around looking for him with a basket of soup cans.

Me: Hey - where's the cart?!
Him: Uhhhh - I was going to ask you the same question...
Me: (incredulous) I never HAD the cart!
Him: Seriously? I left it with you to go ask about this cheesecloth about 5 seconds ago.
Me: (silence, wheels spinning, then...) Oh yeah.

Luckily I DID remember where I left the cart. I guess it's a good thing it didn't have anything like, oh I don't know, A BABY in it. Sheesh.

So, there's my confession. I'd like to think I wouldn't have done that normally, but who knows. I'm just a little foggy these days... (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)