Yesterday Fin was talking about having her temperature taken at school.
This morning I got the girls to school late.
(No one’s hair was brushed.)
On the walk home from the bus stop Briar told me that she “had to leap my frog,” because her homework wasn’t done.
(Fin had no shoes on in the stroller.)
Avery just told me that “someone sent me to school with a peanut thing in my lunch.”
(I also failed to send in her “Home fire safety plan.”)
Basically it has been a three strikes and I am a failure of a parent kind of day.
(I know that’s not true, but today I feel like it is.)
Just crap.
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I write this comment as I’m rocking a fussy baby with my foot. At least I gave her a toy to play with today! There’s an empty beer bottle sitting next to me (from last night), a sink full of dishes and not a scrap to eat for dinner. Love days like this. Thanks for the hilarious post!
We have ALL had those days…or so I tell myself, because I’ve definitely had those days!
Yep, been there sister. I am taking the next two days off work so I can sort clothes and go through a million piles in my house. I am behind in pretty much everything.
Give a couple hugs and start over tomorrow.
Yes, the mega #fail moments. I have this conversation with myself at least once a day, how I haven’t done this or that or enough of whatever. But then I consider that it’s better for my children to remember me for being real than for being perfect.
I think they love you anyway, and they know you love them.
I know the feeling … wish we could share a glass of wine to commiserate right now. You are great. xox
It couldn’t possibly be the fact that you’re not only being the Mom of three busy girls who have been sick for 14+ days but also running a business, starting another business, planning a function for Rotary, keeping a household going, and nursing yourself back to health… Hang in there. For every one of the “I suck at being a parent” days there’s a “Holy crap, they’ve turned out pretty darn good” days.
Yeah! What Paula says! Cut yourself some slack.
Those kids have imagination, deep senses of whimsy
And joy.
The rest is superfluous.
Some of those days are fun memories for your kids. I love the story about my mom running late, it was raining, and she drove me to school in her bathrobe and then got a flat tire.
You are their mom, good days and bad – no one can do it all. However, getting a bit scattered once in a while in no way cancels out all the wonderful moments you have with them. Truly.
My mom passed away this morning. Some of those nutty days are our favorite memories. The human, flawed days. Remember to revel in all of it because they will. š
Oh, BetteJo. Always here, always spot on with what you say. Wishing I could do more than say thank you for your friendship and your wisdom!
And to everyone else here, thank you for not letting it hang in an awful lonely wind. It means a lot, whether I came off as tragic or sardonic, it hurts less having you here.
i hate days like this. and let it be said i’ve had WEEKS like this, and still am procreating again. hm.
I just posted about one of those mornings myself. It’s easy to let your internal dialog get the best of you. You know I understand. Not only that, you’re one of my examples of strong women that I look to when I’m feeling this way.
All the more reason to confess it happens to you, too. You’re human. You’re loved. You’re admired exactly as you are.
My anthem is totally appropriate here: It could have been worse. These are minor things no one will remember next month – or probably even tomorrow!
everybody has those days. every single one of us. it’s the feeling of being nibbled away at by mice.
Tomorrow is another day. š
Hang in there.
((HUGS))
The crap parenting days make the ones where you kick serious ass that much sweeter. xo
Ha! Just thinking: “Kick serious ass” might not be the best use of words here. You know that I meant “where you parent awesomely” right? š
I hate those crap days. Hope today is 87.93894% better.
But the question is – are those beautiful babies happy? Are they thriving? Are they learning? Are their imaginations growing? Do they have food in their tummies and clothing on their backs? (shoes? Shoes don’t count! I don’t know a toddler a live that likes shoes!) Are they loved?
Brushed hair? I don’t know if my 9 year old got her hair brushed today. Heck I don’t known if my 13 year old got hers brushed either.
So homework wasn’t done – been there, done that. Perhaps some of that blame lays with Briar? Old enough to have homework – old enough to remember to do it.
The peanut thing – while this could cause potential problems for other kids – give yourself a break. It happens to the best of us. The world isn’t going to stop having peanuts around just because some child has a peanut allergy – THOSE kids and their families need to understand that and give those kids the knowledge to know what to do to protect themselves rather than demanding that the world protect them. Our elementary and middle schools have tables set aside for those with allergies and if you have peanuts in your lunch you don’t set at those tables. The kids with allergies however, will need to learn someday that just because this is how it is in middle and elementary school that it won’t always be this way for them. And this is coming from a mom with a child that has food allergies.
Fire safety plans – send it in on Monday. Seriously not a big deal.
Not three strikes — three opportunities to get it right next time. I make at least that many strikes on an average day – I’ve just decided that I just don’t play that game anymore. My kids are healthy (for the most part) happy and learning.
Oh and for the record – my youngest son forgot to take his meds this morning.
My eldest couldn’t find a pair of his socks today so resorted to stealing his younger sister’s.
And my baby is mad at me because I just don’t feel like going to the Y after school today so she has to ride the school bus home.
Blessings,
Garsy
Once upon a time, I reminded my kid’s teacher that she shouldn’t punish my kid because he has crappy parents. She laughed. And even got it, though she didn’t have children of her own.
Things will be better tomorrow or maybe the day after that.
Not a failure!@ To take the time to care, to take the time to notice, you are what every daughter wishes, needs and wants! It’s been a while since I’ve visited your blog, and your family is still full of beautiful and fun! AND, I love the batman!!!