Whoops…….I can’t believe I did that.

My mother in law looked after my children while I was at work. My daughter who was about 6 at the time told nanny it was insect day, so they went to the park to find some insects to take to school. Mil was very embarrassed to turn up at school on INSET day.

My husband has done that and I just about managed to stop it before I ended up sandwiched between his car and the opposite neighbours.

My careless acts are quite small, putting the phone in the fridge for example... I have anxiety so triple check everything

Forgetting my own son’s eighth birthday! I was convinced it was the 31st and he came down to breakfast expecting cards and present before going to school. He looked so crestfallen that I asked him what’s the matter “ it’s my birthday” he said. I had to hastily rush upstairs and grab the missing cards and presents, thankfully all wrapped and ready and burst into the kitchen shouting “Surprise! “
Luckily he thought it was all part if the fun but I was mortified.

1. Walked to the local shops with 6 week old son in pram, went into bakers then walked home - without pram or son! I even made a cup of tea and sat down before I realised what I'd done.

2. Fast forward a few years..... After arriving home from collecting same son from infants school there was a knock at the door and there was another mum - with my son. I had left him in the playground! she thought it was hilarious, and the following day I got lots of reminders to take the kid home with me!

I did an induction for an agency worker, leading them around the home, showing all the relevant things they needed to know, downstairs and then up, leading the way.

Afterwards, I found my skirt had been tucked into my (fluorescent pink, lacey) knickers the whole time.

I backed my new car, hard, into the car behind and started to drive off only to be chased by an irate passer by shouting 'how would you like it if someone did that to your effing car!' and so on. The car I'd backed into was my old car but I was too embarrassed to stop and say so and drove off at speed instead.

We're both losing the plot recently.
My husband lost his keys a few weeks ago, no sign of them. All he knows is they're in the house somewhere as he'd let himself in. He's had to have new ones cut.

I keep leaving one of my car doors open. They slide and it's a big car so it's easy to miss.
I've had my registration number called out over the tannoy at soft play and the garden centre recently, and had to do the walk of shame ?

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I paid a visit to the local chemist to pick up a few bits I needed for my new baby son. Got home and unpacked my bags, then realised I had something with me when I went out. Ran so fast back up to the chemist to find my son sleeping peacefully in his pram outside the shop. I have never ever been allowed to live this down.

My brother-in-law did the same with his eldest daughter. The grocer's assistant wheeled her pram up the garden path, just as my sister was hysterically demanding to know what her husband had done with the baby.

I looked after a 4 month old godson at my flat once a week - his parents had no daycare available, so had a group of family and friends taking the same day each week.

The little lad was perfectly happy at my place until he woke after his afternoon nap when he obviously believed that he would never see his Mummy again. So his mummy and I agreed to push his afternoon nap as late as possible.

When he woke up, a changed his nappy and attempted to give him a feed - usually without any luck as he was in total melt-down. Once back downstairs in his pram he seemed to know (or understand) that we were going home to Mummy and Daddy.

One afternoon when he was really howling, I attempted to lock my front door with a wrigggling, screaming laddie in my arms.

This being impossible, I sat him on the door mat and place a foot on either side of him to prevent him attempting to crawl off downstairs on his own. I was naturally more preoccupied with him than with the door. Talking nonsense, or more likely singing a nursery rhyme I locked the door (I thought) picked up my shoulder-bag and my screaming godson and got down into the yard.

Here we had the customary argument regarding pram harness and sun-hat - neither infringement of his personal freedom was appreciated by the young man, by neither his mother nor his godmother ever took one blind bit of notice of that.

I buckled him into the one, and tied the other firmly under his chin, which I insisted on wiping at the same time and a blessed silence fell as soon as I began pushing his pram.

Completed the half-hour trip by local train to his home, drank tea with his mother, kissed the little fellow good-bye and made my way home, having been away for nearly two hours on my return.

Imagine my shock on finding my front door ajar and my yale key in the outside lock on it!

No-one had been in while I was away. I saw that at a glance, as the cat was soundly asleep, worn out after her Wednesday job as Nanny-cum-living teddy bear . If anyone had come in the cat would have woken up and finding the front door open would have gone out for a stroll round the neighbourhood too.

Travelling on a train and only one other passenger sitting couple of rows down facing me a very handsome man , an hour into the journey I needed the loo , I was wearing a long floaty floor length skirt , went into the loo to find the floor soaking wet , I scooped up my skirt, tucked it under my chin , then hovered over the soaking wet toilet seat , mid flow the toilet door burst open and there was me bent double , knickers down , skirt under chin , hanging onto handbag looking into the eyes of my handsome fellow passenger. He apologised and rushed off , I sorted myself out then returned to my seat , and lowered my eyes only to see him grinning every now and again . Mind you I was young and attractive then but mortified till he eventually got off the train . I still laugh when I tell this story

Yesterday DH and I were returning from a lovely 10 days in our campervan, in Dorset. We were in a bit of a hurry as having dinner with DD1 and when we stopped for diesel, my husband ran to the loo as he was desperate and I offered to fill the tank. Yep - I put petrol in instead of diesel. Only 8 litres but I knew it was not good!!! I had enough sense not to turn the engine on so was able to get 'a man who does' to empty the tank. The only damage - £300 and hurt pride.

Just remembered another one-not me, but my DH. We'd just got married, and couldn't afford a honeymoon, so went to stay with relatives "oop north" We drove to York one day, and my DH left his wallet on the car roof, which we didn't discover until that evening.
We rang the police station, and it had been found in the car park by a nun! So off we toddled to the convent the next day to collect it.

My SIL lives about 50 miles from us. One Christmas we had a lot of snow, so when we got ready to drive her home I packed a bag with hot drinks, snacks and tools in case we had to dig ourselves out at some point. Then left the bag in the middle of the living room floor! Luckily we didn't need it.

Went to a town for the first time to a large shopping centre with tiny daughter and my Dad. After an exhausting few hours on a hot day went back to multi storey car park only to find car missing. Checked every floor, got car park security involved, almost in tears as car was new, daughter crying for her bottle, Dad tired, worried and looking pale. After almost half an hour of increasing panic, looked across the town from the top floor and saw....an identical car park where my car was waiting.

I left my cat keys in the ignition witg the engine still running...this was in 1985 when you could just lock the door by pushing the button down

I murdered our freezer with a knife. OH thought it was hilarious luckily. Strangely enough it was covered under the insurance

My Aussie friend was so proud of her lovely new car. She took me to visit her Mum. I opened my door and, crunch.........she had parked next to their letterbox and I had whacked it. (In Australia they mostly have pillar type letterboxes near the front of the houses.)
Even though it was her fault I was mortified, especially when I saw the big scrape across her shiny new door.

I also drove off with toddlers in the car, leaving the house keys on the roof. Luckily not a long journey but there was slushy snow on the ground. I later decided to walk the route looking for the keys....and found them in the snow! They had been driven over, were separated and also bent. So actually no use.

Tried to impress my boyfriend with newly passed driving test and borrowed mums car. (I was 18)
Took him for a picnic in the countryside. When far from everything by a lovely stream in the sunshine I set out the picnic then shut the car boot, with the keys inside!. This was in the days when the boot was separate to the main car and locked automatically. We couldn't get in to the boot to get the keys. Mobile phones hadn't been invented.
I had to hike 3 miles to a railway station, get the train and a bus to my parents, borrow the spare key and replete the journey in reverse. So much for impressing him!
We laugh about it now but I was mortified at the time!

Today we turned the house upside down looking for the car keys. No luck. We wondered if DH had dropped them yesterday afternoon when he came back from dropping off some new paintings. No, not on the ground anywhere, looked through the wide open windows of the car though, to see them dangling from the ignition...

Oh, I'm so glad I'm not the only one!! I did a terrible thing, I stopped at the green traffic light and went on the red. HORROR!! What the hell..........???????

Reversed at high speed down the drive, straight in to the huge skip I'd had delivered the day before. The noise was tremendous ..... The skip was unharmed .... my car, and ego?? Don't ask!!!! Oh Dear!

I took my daughter to playgroup in the car ( we usually walked) as I was going on into town afterwards. Carried the baby in to save getting the buggy out of the boot. Got into town and turned to get the baby out of his car seat - no baby! I tore back to playgroup and he was having a wonderful time being fussed over by everyone. I’d probably be reported to social services these days!

I have also left my car parked (temporarily) outside my house in New Zealand as the short driveway had a pile of flyers over it. They had been placed in the mailbox but had fallen out. I only needed to pick them up and open the garage door. I went inside the garage for a moment (can’t remember why) and when I came out my car had completely vanished. I honestly thought I had gone mad. Then I thought it had been stolen.

The house was on a hill with the neighbours opposite below us. The car had been left in gear and had slowly crossed the road and descended into a neighbour’s garden being stopped by a tree just before it would have hit their house.

I visited my insurance company and they told me they had laughed when reading my claim form. Under contributing factors I had entered my “abject stupidity”.

I took my 90 year old grandmother for a shopping spree. Pushing her around everywhere in her wheelchair. I was gayly putting things on her lap because I couldn't manage a basket. It wasn't until we got halfway up the high street that I saw the items still sitting on her lap. I rushed back to the shop expecting a hand to grab my shoulder for shop lifting. Red faced I admitted my mistake and paid.

Went to the wrong airport to collect a then boyfriend. He rang me to ask where I was because he couldn't find me. Long story short... I thought he had flown to Birmingham, not East Midlands airport! Mad dash back up the motorway to collect him.

I forgot to put the handbrake on and my poor mini did a runner and ended up at next door's garden wall. No damage to the wall but mini's backside needed panel beating.

More recently I went for a walk with my former sister in law and her friend, who were visiting me. We went in 2 cars because they wanted to hit the road afterwards. SIL dropped her phone in the river when her friend overbalanced on top of her. We got in, gave up, then I went in again and found it by sheer luck. Later I put my rucksack down to take a picture. It was gone when I turned around to pick it up. No where to be seen. 2 hours later with frantic toothcomb searching along the riverbank we gave up. My car keys were in the rucksack with a number of items. Car was locked, window up and house keys in the car! SIL took me home. Neighbours who had a spare key had just gone away on holiday. I remembered that I hadn't locked a balcony door properly so out came a ladder and we were able to get into the house and unlock from the inside and found a spare house key. Now as far as I could remember, my 2nd hand car didn't have a spare key. So SIL was trying to get a spare key from a car dealer but they were closed. DH was away working but called his car retrieval company for me. They refused to come out due to a technicality in our paperwork and where my car was. SIL decided to postpone leaving and leave the next day. While they settled down I looked for the spare postbox key. No spare postbox key but... a spare car "dummy" key! My SILs face was a picture. We drove back to where my car was and the dummy key worked! Some keyfobs have a battery and a signal transmitter that allows the car to start when the key is turned in the ignition. Mine didn't need a signal transmitter to start the car, as proven when turning the dummy key in the ignition. What a relief. DH didn't believe the good news until I sent him a picture!