Last week I cheerfully reminded all the parents to remember to bring swimsuits for my church's big "water fun and baptism day" and each time I surmised that I would likely forget myself. Like I do every year. This year I packed the bag, sent the husband to the store to get the swim diapers, and then left the bag on the couch. Our church had rented two water slides and everyone was having a blast. So I took off the baby's pants and he ran around in a soggy diaper and a t-shirt. My little girl ran around in a her t-shirt and leggings that were plastered to her. I sighed. And remarked to the other moms that I wish I wasn't always "that" mom. You know, the one that forgets the diaper bag, gives her kid Kool-Aid and Cheetos for lunch, and couldn't send out thank you cards to save her life.
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