1. Going to grocery store for one specific thing, and coming home with $50 of groceries and forgetting that one thing.
2. Being told multiple times of certain family get togethers...and still forgetting them (this might be partly selective)
3. Leaving perishables in the car for hours.  This is typically the fault of TV....
4. Forgetting to shave half my face.  Yep.

However, I think today has pushed me to new heights.  Today, I took the 4 youngest boys to church by myself.  Mrs. WHW plays the organ on Sunday, so she spent the day at our other son's track meet. 

Palm Sunday service is typically very tough for the youngest ones, so I volunteered to take them to Saturday evening service.  Unfortunately, I was in a hurry to get everyone out the door.  I got them dressed nicely, wet down their hair and made sure they looked presentable, and made sure each of them visited the bathroom. 

Once each of the boys was certified as church-ready, I sent them out to buckle up in the truck, and I took care of a little business.  As I finished up, I started hearing the truck horn being pressed almost constantly, so I hastily got out and got things under control.  Big mistake.

We made it to church in good time, and I was able to secure seats where I could make a quick exit if anyone got out of line.  Service was nice.  Lots of people there.  As I am walking out, I grab a palm.  Then, upon exiting the church I feel a big blast of cold air.....below my equator, if you know what I mean. 

Not only was my fly wide open, but part of my shirt was sticking out AND my belt was unbuckled, hanging to the sides.  How in the world my pants were staying up is beyond me.  Now, I am 100 feet from my truck, no where near the church bathroom, and had lots of people between me and somewhere to hide.  I decided to take it like a man, and just wallk to the truck, as is. 

As I get to the truck, the kids are all laughing.  The little rugrats knew all along.  The littlest one, bless his heart, asks if he can wear his pants like I do.

Now, in my defense, since there is only one female in my house, I typically walk out of the bathroom as I am "buckling up".  Feel like its my prerogative since I am directly responsible for all the males in the house(Y chromosome thing). 

I took everyone to McDonald's afterwords and bribed them to never tell Mom.  Unfortunately, that deal lasted about 15 minutes after mom got home.  Guess fries and drinks for everyone doesn't buy as much silence as it used to.

Oh well.....I just got a head start on the "weird old man" for my neighborhood.  It's a role I am quickly becoming comfortable with.