Bad Mommy
Yesterday we went to Bolsa Chica Beach and Firstborn Son got a sunburn. We applied sunscreen before leaving and once after his first swim, but I forgot after the second dip, even though the sunscreen was just in my huge purse. So Joseph is now proudly sporting reddish cheeks and a red V-mark across his shoulders.
"I just can't wind my arms like this," Joseph says, forgivingly.
Bad Mommy moments come regularly in this house.
"I just can't wind my arms like this," Joseph says, forgivingly.
Bad Mommy moments come regularly in this house.
We dropped him once when he was eight months old. Hubby was changing him on our bed and Joseph rolled off quick as a wink, bouncing once on the floor. I bit off the "I told you Babycenter.com said this could happen!" Honestly, we both needed a good ten minutes to recover from that one. Hubby actually had to sit down and had a hard time sleeping that night.
Firstborn Son is fine, thanks.
One day, I'll tell his brother about how his papa and me forgot to change his diaper...ON THE DAY HE WAS BORN. Wonder Boy was born at 8:45 a.m. and I hope and pray a kindly nurse changed him in between that time and 3 p.m. when my sister and her husband came to visit, because heaven knows Hubby and I didn't. We completely forgot babies needed changing as we sat there in the hospital room congratulating each other on the birth.
So sorry, baby.
I locked him in the car once, too. He was almost a year old. We had just dropped big brother off at his preschool, I remember tickling Wonder Boy as I buckled him in. I had tossed my car keys to the driver's seat, the better to buckle him in. Snug as a bug my son was in his five-point harness. I shut his door, then went to open the driver's. LOCKED. I looked at my son's smiling face through the window and begged him to unbuckle himself. By the time he realized Mama wasn't coming to get him, I had called out a teacher from Joseph's preschool, who called both AAA and 911.
Thank goodness it was a cool spring day in the San Gabriel Valley. I played peekaboo and sang "You Are My Sunshine" and tried hard not to cry.
The Triple A guy came first (15 minutes after the call) and was the recipient of my tearful gratitude. Poor Wonder Boy had worn himself out crying and quieted down as soon as I had him in my arms. The police came a minute later, took some notes, patted my shoulder and advised me to get in the habit of putting my keys in my pockets.
Bad mommy.
It's summer so I am letting my kids eat too many bags of Chips Ahoy and even broke down and got them a box of Cocoa Puffs. They are staying up late playing with Pokemon cards or watching Shark Week. Heavens, they didn't brush their teeth last night!
If I sit here all night I think I can come up with many more bad mommy moments, but suffice to say, I know how flawed I am.
And each mistake reminds me of how blessed I am too.
So I will try harder and remember the sunscreen.
Firstborn Son is fine, thanks.
One day, I'll tell his brother about how his papa and me forgot to change his diaper...ON THE DAY HE WAS BORN. Wonder Boy was born at 8:45 a.m. and I hope and pray a kindly nurse changed him in between that time and 3 p.m. when my sister and her husband came to visit, because heaven knows Hubby and I didn't. We completely forgot babies needed changing as we sat there in the hospital room congratulating each other on the birth.
So sorry, baby.
I locked him in the car once, too. He was almost a year old. We had just dropped big brother off at his preschool, I remember tickling Wonder Boy as I buckled him in. I had tossed my car keys to the driver's seat, the better to buckle him in. Snug as a bug my son was in his five-point harness. I shut his door, then went to open the driver's. LOCKED. I looked at my son's smiling face through the window and begged him to unbuckle himself. By the time he realized Mama wasn't coming to get him, I had called out a teacher from Joseph's preschool, who called both AAA and 911.
Thank goodness it was a cool spring day in the San Gabriel Valley. I played peekaboo and sang "You Are My Sunshine" and tried hard not to cry.
The Triple A guy came first (15 minutes after the call) and was the recipient of my tearful gratitude. Poor Wonder Boy had worn himself out crying and quieted down as soon as I had him in my arms. The police came a minute later, took some notes, patted my shoulder and advised me to get in the habit of putting my keys in my pockets.
Bad mommy.
It's summer so I am letting my kids eat too many bags of Chips Ahoy and even broke down and got them a box of Cocoa Puffs. They are staying up late playing with Pokemon cards or watching Shark Week. Heavens, they didn't brush their teeth last night!
If I sit here all night I think I can come up with many more bad mommy moments, but suffice to say, I know how flawed I am.
And each mistake reminds me of how blessed I am too.
So I will try harder and remember the sunscreen.
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