Rookie Mommy

Here I'll pose the question that I asked Dave earlier: if I tattoo "new mommy" in henna on my forehead, will it absolve me of all of my sins? Today, Carter and I made a trip to Target. I put his car seat in the front part of the cart and everything seemed fine...of course, I forgot to account for th efact that the cart is roughly 3 feet tall. The car seat on top adds at least 18 inches. And, I'm only 5'3". I'm also sleep deprived and scatter-brained. What does this all up to? It means that instead of leisurely walking through the main aisle and checking out cute clothes that I can't quite fit into, I should've been more aware of the cart and where I was steering it. That way, I wouldn't have run into the little old man in his motorized wheelchair/cart. He mumbled something like "hey, hey, hey" and spectators stared at me in a very accusing, judgemental manner. I consider it a sign of emotional and hormonal progress that I didn't cry, but instead am able to laugh about my little "incident." Elderly people beware!