Mommy FAIL.

Last weekend, Sunday to be exact, I had quite the day.

Our day started at Target. We went in for the typical stuff and a trash can (for outside.) As soon as we walked outside, it started pouring. I put Brady in the car and buckled him in. I had Blake's car because we had bought a BBQ grill the day before and it was still in my car.

I went to put the trash can in the trunk. Nope. Not gonna work. Tried pushing the passenger seat back. Nope.

I'm standing in the pouring rain with a screaming baby and a trash can. I wasn't about to leave it there. I mean I just paid for the damn thing. $29.99 to be exact. I got a brilliant idea (ha!) to move the car seat to the side and see if that would work.

Voila....after a long 15 minutes to get the damn car seat back in with a baby yelling in my ear.

We go home. Put on dry clothes and eat. He naps.

For some reason, I feel like we need to leave the house again.

Wrong move, momma! (Next time, I'm going to listen to the universe when it is trying to tell me something.)

I had been at Bed, Bath and Beyond a few days before and they had forgot to put a towel rack in my bag. Brady man and I decided to make the quick errand while Daddy finished something at home. I grabbed my purse and I went to get him out of his car seat.

Oh crap. Literally. Down his leg. Awesome.

Of course the only poop accident happens now and it's my fault. This kid does not sit still during a diaper change and sometimes his little cute butt cheek will hang out if I'm rushing to get the diaper on and forget to fix it. Ooops. Mommy fail #1.

I realize that not only do I not have extra clothes but I do not have anything else. Mommy fail #2. Luckily, I find one scrunched up diaper at the bottom of my purse and scrounged up some wipes but not quite enough to be totally clean. After I changed him in the car, I forget that I'm about 20 minutes from home.

Dammit. I'm getting that damn towel rack that I paid for.

Yep. I was THAT mom in the store. The one whose kid was wearing nothing but a diaper. Um hmmm.

Oh no. It gets better. I'm not about to let my kid hang out with poo residue on his body when he shoves just about everything in his mouth.

Well, this weirdo who washed her kid down in the sink at Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Needless to say, thankfully a Marshall's was next door. I bet you can't guess what we bought?

Oh, thank you, summer clearance!

Needless to say, I'm stocking the car with baby essentials. You NEVER know when you'll need it! :)