Sometimes life throws us a curve ball, we either hit or miss. Did you ever have one of those moments when you feel like the worst mother ever? I know I have, but as time goes on I’ve learned to roll with the punches. This is not the post I had planned,but I thought it was important to share my day yesterday.
After I dropped my boys off at camp,where I thought they were going to need the jaws of life to remove my son from me. (yes, we are a bit mommy attached lately) I went on one of my marathon couponing trips. I arrived home proud of myself with car full of groceries and I had saved over $50 in coupons! Well, I couldn’t get my truck closed, the handle wasn’t functioning. I climbed in( it’s a CRV) and rigged the door closed with a bungee cord. I needed to pick my boys up from camp and then take them to my son’s gym where he gets physical and occupational therapy.
I pick up my sons and find that my oldest has his entire face painted. He is the one getting the therapy. I figure oh well, there’s worse things then bringing my kid to the gym with his painted. I wasn’t going to make him wash it off because he loved it.
I buy them lunch to eat in the car on the way-we have tight time frame here. We finish eating in the gym parking lot. The next thing I know my little guy screams “My milk!” On, no- I turn around and the entire container of milk is pouring into his car seat! I jump out of the car to unbuckle him. I have no change of clothes for him-therapy is set to start in 3 minutes. I start laughing hysterically, what else could I do. I know! I’ll put him in my sweatshirt and dry his clothes inside on the hand dryer. No problem-thank God I still had a pull-up in my purse because his underwear was saturated with milk.
At this point it’s maybe 90 degrees, I have all the doors open, My guy is just in a pull up and pair of sneakers, as I’m trying to soak up all the milk in his seat. Uh-the car is going to stink! One of the women that work at the gym had come out to her car to get something and said ” It sounds like you guys are having a party out here”I explain what happened-she laughed and said “well, you are giving don’t cry over spilt milk a new meaning”
I guess I was, I could have just cancelled and went home, but I put my son in a jacket I had in the back and we went in to explain it all about 20 times. Oh-there was no hand dryer by the way,but the nice woman from the parking lot gave me the T-shirt Owen is wearing in the picture.
As if that wasn’t enough, when we were waiting for Noah (my oldest) I had to use the bathroom. That is when Owen decided he wanted to wash off his body art from camp and the black paint begins to run all down his arm and all over the t-shirt as I’m on he toilet unable to stop him.
These small disasters happen to everyone. People will react the way you do-so take it easy on yourself-no one is the mother of the year all the time. If I was I would have had a change of clothes in the car, like my mom says I should!
the husband says
Very funny. Great post from the past.