Had one of those mothering days where you teach a bunch of violin lessons, practice violin with your seven year old, hang out with your kids, go pick up a few things for dinner from the store, hit the produce stand for the fresh corn on the cob, then rush home because you have to pee right then? And then you rush in the house, start unbouttoning your jeans, and realize that your zipper is down? And then further realize that because the last time you remember going to the bathroom was first thing in the morning when you took your shower that your zipper has likely been down during the violin lessons, the trip to the store and the produce stand?
Good. Me neither.