I am outing myself for all the world to read. I am laden with guilt. Monumental, gigantic, huge, bigtime guilt.
We have a calendar with big squares in which we write all of the events and activities of our children. It worked well but then I had to go and mess with the system by buying another calendar for my desk. The new calendar has a place for each family member next to the date. I thought it was cool and an improvement to the current system of cramming everyone’s stuff into one square. I try to be organized, really I do.
On the big calendar was today’s scheduled event: Muffins With Mom. The problem? I have gotten lazy about checking two calendars. As you can probably guess I forgot to put this seriously important event on calendar number two which is the one I checked last night.
This morning the neighbor girl came bounding over with abundant joy exclaiming what a WONDERFUL time she had had with her mom this morning. Why her mother drove her home just to ride the bus back to school is beyond me but this is about my stupid mommy moment not hers.
My daughters turned to look at me and S started crying. CRYING!!!!!! I am such a loser! I felt SO ENTIRELY HORRIBLE and rightfully so. I had signed up for 8:15 but it was already 8:15. What I SHOULD have done is rushed them out the door even though I was sporting the a.m.-get-the-kids-out-the-door-on-time look. But I just kept thinking about all of those good moms who got up early, coiffed their hair, put on make-up and something decent and showed up on time. So instead of not caring what those mothers would think of “late and obviously no concern for apprearances” me I chickened out. I just saw all of those more organized and perfect moms look of disdain and chickened out.
There are moms who don’t leave the house without juice boxes, snacks, crayons, paper, diapers, wipes, sunscreen, hats, extra clothes and tylenol. I am not that kind of mother. I am lucky I remember all of the kids let alone juice boxes when we go somewhere. Usually we are running out the door, eternally late to everything, putting shoes on while we drive away.
I told the girls I would definately find a way to make it up to them! I would forfeit Mother’s Day breakfast in bed (not that burnt toast and overcooked eggs is a huge sacrifice but my intentions were good) to take them to…gak…McDonalds for breakfast on Sunday. Just us girls.
They seemed good with that and left with smiles but I still feel terrible.
If you give a mom a muffin……….she probably has a wetnap in her purse to wipe little mouths with afterward. If you give this mom a muffin she will probably be forced to use the back of her sleeve. That is assuming she even made it there to begin with. Sigh…