In all fairness, Abby’s mom was having an ‘off week’ and in the process of making dinner while being handed her daughter’s crumpled up classroom newsletter, read Paisley, not Parsley. Truly it could have happened to anyone.
Ahhh yes… “Off weeks”. This is yet another blessing parenthood offers that no one tells you about. They are the moments when in quest of being that SUPERMOM you end up tripping on your cape and falling flat on your face. I am still on the hunt for that manual SUPERMOM for DUMMIES as my life’s motto has become “Fake it, till you make it”. In faking it, you at least are fumbling your way through it while secretly fearing what the woman at the checkout counter is thinking. I find it funny how our fears change as our little tykes get older. We interrupt our child’s REM sleep to check if they are still breathing. We watch the news for the latest toy recall and pray for the announcement that the movie our child asks us to watch over and over needs to be disposed of IMMEDIATELY and secretly wonder if too many time-outs could lead to bed sores. My newest paranoia is that my child’s hieroglyphics scribbles are truly him taking notes for the book he will later publish called, The True Story of One Moms Blunders. As I can laugh at myself – I just hope I don’t send him to be that kid who sits in the corner eating paste and we all know that kid.
So have you ever said aloud to your spouse, “When was the last time the kids have had a bath?”, or at the mall put a diaper on backwards only to have your child poop through it (and of course the diaper bag is sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter)? How about tell your child not to eat food off the floor only to then drop the last cookie, blow it off and stuff it in your face? Ever show up to pick up your child at Preschool to find that they were having a Valentine’s Day party (one that was posted in the class newsletter that you failed to read) and the staff thought your presence was to offer help with the party (just like all the other moms) and not to pick up your son? Have you ever faked your way through a Valentine’s party, passing out candy and cookies (the other moms graciously made) while secretly wishing you could crawl under a rock and die?…… yeah, me either.