Without knowing it, my sister-in-law, Julia, has instigated a little "Mother of the Year" competition. Julia shared a delightful "mother" moment when she finds that she unknowingly sent her two year old on a play date with NO underwear under her cute little skirt.
I'm afraid I can out-do that one.
Thursday afternoon I was rushing around preparing for a meeting at the kids' elementary school for the upcoming jog-a-thon fundraiser. Originally I was going to go to the meeting myself but at the last minute most all the kids decided that they wanted to come. I made them swear that they would not say a word to me during the meeting, and that they would play quietly in the teacher's classroom. Upon arrival at the school we all jumped out the car, since I was running a few minutes late to the meeting, and the kids wanted to make it to the book fair in time before it closed.
About an hour later we had a break in our meeting and I took a quick tally of the kids. Um, where was Cooper?
Mom: "Did Cooper come back with you from the book fair?"
Kids: "Cooper didn't come with us to the book fair."
Mom: "Yes he did!"
Kids: "No he didn't. Did he even come with us to the school?"
Mom: "Yes, I buckled him in the car."
LIGHT BULB MOMENT FOR MOMMY --- I NEVER UNBUCKLED HIM FROM HIS CAR SEAT!
I ran out to the mini-van, which I might add was directly across from the classroom I was meeting in, and found one sad, crying boy buckled in his car seat exactly where I had left him one hour earlier. Coop has only asked me a few times since if next time we go to the school if I would unbuckle him and let him come too.
I think Coop completely forgave me after I took him to the store and let him pick out a candy JUST FOR HIM because Mommy was such a ding bat!
I know the outcome could have been tragic if this had happened in the summer. Thank goodness it didn't.
Anyone dare to out-do me for the "Mother of the Year" award??