Whoops…….I can’t believe I did that.

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

NorthowramGran

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.

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 ?

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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.

When my husband was young my mother-in-law took him in the pram to do some shopping and went home without him. She had left him outside the shop.

When I reversed my 11 month old car hard into my twin sister’s 2 month old car - in front of both our husbands. That was an expensive day.

I called my husband to tell him my car had been stolen as it was no longer in the car park. He then reminded me that he had taken my car for a service and I was actually driving his car - which was parked nicely where I had left it!!

Few years ago as I was about to go and pick up son from school,I went out to the car and closed the front door with purse and all keys left on the table, fortunately it was still early so managed to walk to the school and went to the bank who knew me and explained my predicament they allowed me withdraw money which enabled me to take a bus to my mum's and hubby had to pick us up on his way home.

Many years ago, with a double buggy occupied by two fidgeting children, I went in to town to pay the mortgage with cash my self employed husband had given me, having just been paid in cash himself. For some reason I had put my purse in my shopping bag and not my handbag as I usually did. Dying for the loo, I went in and hung the shopper on the back of the toilet door,which I’d propped open with the buggy to keep an eye on it. (No modesty in those days!). On reaching the building society a few minutes later, suitably relieved, I realised my purse was not in my handbag! You’ve guessed it-I’d forgotten my shopping bag hanging on the back of the door with all the cash in it! I rushed back to the (public) toilet, my heart in my mouth! It was still there! So very, very lucky, wasn’t I?

Years ago we left our teenage kids with Gran & papa . So excited to get a long weekend in our friends Spanish apartment. Only to find I had only booked one flight for me & missed my husband off . I am pmsl now just writing this but at the time I was so angry at myself for getting it wrong . No extra seats left on plane so we had to go back home ?

Arrived on Christmas Eve to stay with my parents for the Christmas holiday to find we had left the bags with the childrens presents at home! We also left all my sons nappies and clothes behind. There was some quick last minute shopping done!

Happysexagenarian

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!

Happysexagenarian - Thank you for the laugh , funniest yet ?I have tears streaming down my face . Not actually laughed like this in a long long time

Loobs

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.

I used to work at a petrol station (many, many moons ago) and we always left the diesel pump 'unarmed' in order to prevent such a happening. Doesn't seem to be done any more - not even sure it is possible with these modern multi-fuel pumps.

Back then it was easy to spot the diesel car - they all had a 'D' on the boot alongside the model name. The amount of times the alarm went off in the shop and one of my colleagues or I would look up to see a rather frustrated driver. We'd then have to try and convince them they were at the diesel pump, not the petrol pump they thought they'd pulled up at.

Sadly, or do I mean luckily, I don't seem to have many careless stories. Mind you, that could be just because I'm so forgetful these days

My recent careless acts (ie the only ones I can actually remember) involve house keys.

On the same day I managed to lose the keys to both the front and back door - and didn't find either for 3 days despite turning the house upside down. Never have I been so grateful to have 3 external doors to my house. Of course, the keys turned up exactly where I'd left them - right where they always 'live'...

A few days after finding those keys, I lost the ones to the 3rd door - several weeks later I still haven't found them even though I know they're in the house... somewhere...

Luckily, I live on my own these days so there's no one to 'remind' me of my (new) habit of losing house keys.

GrannyTracey Thank you for the laugh , funniest yet ?I have tears streaming down my face . Not actually laughed like this in a long long time

Yep, our son often says (only in jest) "I wasn't really wanted you know!"

I walked towards a group of smartly dressed men,at my sons wedding
My son was talking to , who I thought was my husband. I squidged his backside.......it was my sons BOSS !!!

So many funny stories. Cars and keys seem to cause the most problems. Also many of us seem to have left their baby outside a shop. I know that I did, with my first one.
My son's friends, who were fanatical fans of some performer or other. I can't remember who, once booked tickets to see them perform in New York. On arriving they found that they were a whole year early! An expensive mistake.

Many, many years ago, my mum left me outside a shop in my pram (as you did in those days), when someone rushed in to get her. She had left the rent money under the pram mattress and I had found it and was throwing it and it was blowing ll over the street

My mum nipped out to hang some washing on the line, and the door closed behind her.

She was wearing my dads old donkey jacket, and his size nine slippers (mum wore size six) over her nighty.
She knocked next door, but they were out, and had left their own slippers in the conservatory.
Mum slipped on a pair of next doors shoes, (size 4) and decided to walk to mine (over a mile away)
She hobbled along the road for ages, with the slippers rubbing her feet, and arrived, finally, at mine.
Then realised I must be working a 12.5 hour shift.
I found her sitting on my doorstep when I arrived home at half ten that night!

Too many to mention! One memorable Boxing Day, friends came to stay and brought a giant turkey with them. I put it in the oven with the timer on and we all went out for the day. On nearing home later that we day we were all looking forward to the smell of roasting bird, when I realised I had automatically flicked the main oven switch off at the wall! We had mince instead!! I was not popular.
I once also managed to stand on a rake in the garden and it hit me on the nose - just like in a comedy sketch. It hurt a lot but was also very funny.

I got home from work one night after a train ride to pick up my car to drive the rest of the way. My husband greeted me with ‘where is your phone’ after checking my bag & pockets he held up my phone. Apparently I dropped it on the train & a passenger picked it up when he heard it ringing. After speaking to my husband he arranged to meet him when he got off the train. Thanks to an honest person my phone got home before me.