As mentioned, I’m travelling for work this week, as I did last week. Last week I went to Montreal, where it was very cold. I got there and realized I had forgotten a sweater and had only brought one glove. Brilliant, Robin. That’s helpful.
I felt silly, but it was fine.
This week I’m in lovely Toronto (where it’s warmer and there’s less snow than in my balmy west-coast home – go figure). I brought my gloves and my sweater, though I haven’t had to wear them.
What I didn’t bring was underwear.
Really, how does one forget to pack underwear? It’s the first thing I normally pack. It’s in my top drawer. I brought socks. I brought my sports bra (which I actually used – yay, me!). But underwear? Not so much.
After having a good laugh I texted my husband to tell him this (because, really, he needs more evidence of the fact that I’m crazy). He asked if I bought new ones or just planned to go commando. I’ll never tell. 😉 (But let’s just say I only realized my predicament when it was time to leave for the presentation I was scheduled to give.)
The old me would never have done this. The old me – the pre-baby, pre-PPD me – would have had a list. I guess they did remove my competence with the c-section, because I didn’t have a list.
I also don’t have any underwear.
