I Forgot My Nursing Cover...again

Yesterday was the second Sunday in a row that I forgot my nursing cover in the church nursery.  If my head wasn't screwed on...

So anyway, I didn't realize this until yesterday afternoon when we were at an open house (the Christmas kind, not the house buying kind), hosted by one of Phil's professors.  There I was, in an upstairs bedroom with a gazillion coats stacked on the bed, my diaper bag on the floor, and no nursing cover.  I considered trying to use my coat, but is was buried near the bottom of the stack.  I considered asking the professor's teenaged son if I could nurse Bethany in his bedroom, but that seemed Very. Weird.  So, I decided to brave it without.  And it worked!  A few people came in to get their coats, but they didn't seem to mind, and surprisingly, I didn't really mind either.  I'll still use the cover routinely, but it's nice to know I can make it work without in a pinch.

So today, Bethany and I are off to the church to retrieve the cover, along with getting groceries and doing a few other errands...  Any of you homemakers out there ever notice that the work never ends?!