This has been a week of epic "mom fails" and it's only Wednesday!
Every New Breed Mama has her moments when she forgets things in the hustle and bustle of daily life. Moms have to adhere to a lot of schedules. Sports schedules, Sunday school schedules, work schedules, babysitter's schedules, doctors appointments, etc. etc . Sometimes moms get busy, trying to do everything for everyone, and they sometimes forget stuff. Usually, it's small stuff.
You've probably heard the saying, "Don't sweat the small stuff." (Actually, I think it may be a book too.) So what happens when the small stuff starts to add up? If you're like me, you start doubting yourself as a mother. You may wonder about your sanity. Then you laugh. You have to laugh - to keep your sanity.
So far this week...
Monday: The boys had a baseball game schedules at 7:15 and John and I had our appointment with the fertility doctor at 6:30 on the other side of town. This was really mom fail #1 because I failed to consult the baseball schedule (aka the bible) before making the doctor appointment. Here I thought I was being a smart and considerate wife (and employee) by making the appointment after the workday. But, no. That was not the case. At all.
To make this work, I had to make a plan with my mother in law to pick the boys up from the babysitters. AND, I had to make sure that the boys uniforms, etc. were packed and ready to send with them to the sitters on Monday morning.
Well, I got lazy and procrastinated - procrastination always seems to be a precursor to mom fails. Monday morning I am rushing around trying to find all the pieces and parts that make up the boys uniforms.
Found Riley's stuff rather quickly and threw it in a Walmart bag. Then I hunted and hunted for Khegan's uniform and found nothing. Hubs looked. Nothing. He had to have left it at his mom's house. When you have a child who lives half the time with you and half the time with his mother, a lot gets lost in the back and forth.
Yep, well, I was wrong. Mom fail #2. It wasn't his mom who had failed. Nope. It was me. So in a frantic hurry I left work at 5, drove home, hunted for uniform, found uniform hiding in the corner of room under a pile of books and toys, drove to grandma's dropped off uniform, and still somehow made it back across town to the doctor appointment at 6:30.
Tuesday: On Tuesday evening I had to have a dreaded conversation with our babysitter about summer rates. We have always paid the sitter for a full-time schedule for Khegan even though he is only with us half the time. This is because his mom can be unreliable at times.
Well, she has been doing pretty good lately and I decided it was time to ease up on keeping the sitter as a back up for her. Plus it would save us a little money. My husband talked to her and she committed to getting Khegan from the sitters by mid-morning on Wednesdays and having him with her on Thursdays and Fridays. Seems easy enough.
So I talked to the sitter about only paying for part-time for Khegan for the rest of the summer. She was none too happy, but I stuck to my guns and she really had no choice, so she agreed.
Wednesday: Arrive to pick Riley up from sitter's at 5:30 - babysitter says, "Khegan was just picked up 5 mintues ago. Mom fail #3.
The boys had another baseball game tonight. Riley's grandmother, that he hasn't seen in 2 years, came to the game tonight. I had told her I would bring her some pictures of Riley. Originally, I had planned to get them together on Sunday, but again - procrastination. So tonight, after I picked up Ry, I hustled home to get him changed, fed, and gather up these pictures before we left.
We were about to walk out the door, pictures in my hand, and Riley says, "Mom, what did you do with my baseball glove?" Mom fail #4. Uh, I haven't seen your glove all week son. Seven years old and he doesn't remember where he leaves his glove.
We looked in the downstairs closets. We looked in the garage. We looked in the car. We looked in the upstairs closet. We looked under the bed. Finally found it in the dirty clothes basket! WTF?! I know. Now, we were in a hurry. Out the door and to the ballgame we go. Forgot the pictures. Mom fail #5.
During the baseball game it dawned on me that today is June 30th. Something had to be done by June 30th. What was it? Oh, yeah. Crap. Deadline for early registration for next year's PSR classes. (That's Catholic for Parish School of Religion). Mom fail #6. I guess we will just pay $40 more since I forgot to get the check in the mail. I'm on a roll.
After the game is over all the kids are standing around by the dugout. Coach gives out the game ball. The kids do their cheer. Khegan says, "Where's our snacks? Coach! Whose turn was it to bring snacks?!" Fuck. It was our turn. And my kid pointed it out to the whole team. And their parents. Mom fail #7. Epic.