It's Raining, It's Pouring

Today, as I was getting my ladybug ready to go out for the day, I sang her the above line. Then, without even realizing I knew the words, and without thinking about it, I sang the rest;
"The old man is snoring,
he got out of bed and bumped his head,
and didn't get up in the morning!"

Which is when I realized what a horrible song that is. That's a sad story on the 6 o'clock news, not fodder for a nursery rhyme!

"A rainy night ends in tragedy for one area man. Story at 6."

This week was my first week back to work. It hasn't been too bad, although I'd much rather be home with my little girl. I will say this; mommy brain is a killer.

First of all, I've completely forgotten how to do my job. It's really strange that I don't even remember what buttons to press to do certain functions anymore. Also, throughout the week I've forgotten to bring something important with me every day.
Monday it was my breast pump. (I went back for it.) Tuesday it was my phone charger. Wednesday it was a bottle with which to collect breastmilk when pumping. (Boy was that an adventure.) I can't even remember what I forgot yesterday, but it was something important.

Today I forgot to bring food.

Sigh.