Giggles from scrub land

Sometimes you just need a good laugh.  I need to tell myself that previous statement more often. 

I feel like I have become so consumed in work, I dream about therapy, I've started having Siri remind me that I need to do something for therapy, and it seems like all of my current expenses are therapy-based.  I feel like I live in a land full of choo-choo trains, vocabulary flash cards and post-it notes.  In lieu of being a little on the ditzy side this week, here is what I have managed to do:

• Spill marinara sauce on a pair of white cotton cargo pants (I'm not sure what went through my head when I got ready in the morning.  Kids plus white clothing equals disaster.) 
• Have a mini freak out/heart attack because I thought I ruined my dry-erase board with markers.  I even bough a magic eraser, which didn't work.  The clear, plastic packaging was still on the board.  
• Introduce myself to the wrong parent of a brand-new client.  Because that wasn't awkward.  
• Forget to open the lens of the video camera I use to record therapy sessions for critique purposes.  For a grand total of two hours worth of sessions.  I promise, I did it!  Now you can imagine it!
• Stutter several times while trying to do articulation therapy.  My poor kid had to listen to me say words with all kinds of sounds that shouldn't have been in there.  And copied it perfectly to say the least.  
• Forget my client's name during a session, and ended up calling him/her "sweetie" for the remainder of the session.
• Wear my scrub pants backwards and then the following day wear my scrub shirt backwards.  The sandman is getting a kick out of his sneaky conniving plans. 
• Mix up data on two evaluations, such as the birthdays and results.  Why yes, your son is acting like an eight month old because he can't say his "r"s.  Yep, that was me. 

And it's only Wednesday...