Oops

This week I did a first--I asked a woman when her baby was due and she replied, "three days ago!" Yup. She'd HAD the baby. Three days ago. In my defense, the woman was a notary public who'd come to our house with a giant stack of re-fi papers for us to sign. I mean, who DOES that after having a baby three days ago? And she looked really cute and seemed completely sane--like, more sane than I feel right now. Certainly more sane than I felt while signing a million documenst as I processed my faux pas and tried not to think, "Can a person who had a baby THREE DAYS AGO possibly keep all these papers straight??"

The only thing I wanted to do three days after having a baby was curl up in a fetal position and SLEEP for 23 hours. But maybe that's because I'm not a notary public. Maybe if I were a notary public, I'd have wanted to jump up, put on my cute outfit, run to the office, photocopy a million documents, find some strangers' house and sit at their dining room table explaining all the documents breezily while they sign them.

Obviously I'm still processing this.