Playing Scrabble with my son’s friend, and he spells the word ‘fart.’

Realizing after I arrived home from work yesterday that my zipper was down.

Putting groceries in someone else’s cart last Saturday, and having the other person point it out.

Getting busted by my youngest who found his doodles in the trash. (I promise I save 98% of it!)

Texting my boss, only to receive a text that reads, ‘Who is this?’ Yes, wrong number.

Putting my nephew’s diaper on backwards at the Curious George show. (Hey, it’s been awhile.)

Being asked by my youngest how mommy goes pee.

Having to tell anyone who visited our home today, through a window, that we can’t open our front door. (It’s locked and won’t budge.)

And that’s eight.