It wasn't that I sent my boys to school with dirty socks.
It wasn't when Luke asked why I had sent him kiwi and apples in his lunch and I explained (while cringing) that I had not put kiwi in his lunch since last THURSDAY!
It wasn't realizing that although now everyone has clean socks and underwear, they don't have any clean pants for tomorrow.
It wasn't the scary-screaming-obscenity-man at Walmart.
It wasn't Tucker repeating a word from a private conversation that Savanna and I were having.
It was the biker Grandma at Walmart, asking me what carseat I thought would work best on the back of her motorcycle. She planned on attaching it to the sissy bar with a bungee cord.
That is all kinds of scary.