I don’t know about you guys, but the last month has been non-stop back to school photos on my Facebook and Instagram timelines. I actually got to be a part of it this year, because my sweet baby boy started preschool!
We had loads of fun shopping at Target for his school supplies. He felt like a ‘big kid’ picking out a backpack after he saw an older kid looking at them, too. “Mommy! I’m going to school like that kid!”
Ugh, slow down a bit. I can handle preschool, but I’m not ready to think about elementary school yet.
Check out my recent YouTube video for a look at what we picked out. Also, my hair is wild in this one.
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I had tentative plans yesterday to meet up with a friend that was in town for a short time.
I knew she would be busy trying to see everyone, but she had some free time during the day. I let her know that I had to go to town, but that O would need to nap first. Then to illustrate my point, I sent a video of The Grouchy One in all his grouchy glory.
Of course he was not in the mood to cooperate, and it was getting later in the morning. I decided to run to the store regardless of his napless status, thinking his grumpiness might be hunger. We grabbed some lunch and ran our errands, then I headed home to put the groceries away before meeting up with my friend. I considered leaving the stuff in the car, but I didn’t want to take a chance that the milk would freeze and explode in my car. Yes, it’s already that cold in Indiana.
Don’t worry, next week it’s supposed to be above 50°. My sinuses hurt just thinking about it.
ANYWAY.
So of course O would decide that naptime needed to happen omgrightnow when we got home. I put him in his crib and sent my friend a message. She said her kid was napping, too, so no biggie.
I cleaned the house a bit and started working on dinner, and I was surprised to see how much tine had passed when my little stinker woke up at 5:30.
I thought, “I need to message friend and let her know that we won’t make it before 6.”
This is where my mom brain kicked in.
This morning, I opened messenger to send my mom a message. I noticed the previous day’s conversation with my friend and opened it…only to see that I had actually never sent the message after he woke up. I instantly felt like a huge asshole, because I had completely left her hanging. I was also super pissed because I had really been looking forward to the visit.
I sent her a message and apologized, but I have felt like a humongous douche all day.
I wish I could say this is the first time it’s happened but…
At least once a day I think, “I’ll reply to that text in a second…”, then I put my phone down and completely forget. Sometimes for days.
I have been meaning to call my insurance company now for almost a month, but I never remember until the office is closed for the evening, or on the weekend.
I spent a good hour and a half working on a grocery list the other day. I went through the freezer, fridge, and pantry to determine what we had, then checked the recipes I wanted to try for the week and wrote down what I needed. Then I got to the store and realized the list was still on the kitchen counter.
You don’t even want to know how frequently I say, “That was today?!”
I used to have a handle on stuff. In high school, I rarely wrote down assignments…I just remembered what I needed to do. I have an uncanny nack for picking up song lyrics. I can still recite the Greek alphabet after learning it in college, for crying out loud.
Yet, now that I’m a mom I can’t remember to put toilet paper on the grocery list (not that it matters, if it doesn’t make it to the store with me). I forget my point halfway through a story and end up feeling silly for bringing it up in the first place… And I would bet my life savings that there’s a load of clothes in the dryer that I’ve forgotten about.
Well lookie there!
What happened to me? Does this ever go away, or am I doomed to forever be feebly saying, “I’m sorry, I forgot”?
Please tell me I’m not alone in this.
Hallmark seems to be getting lazy about their poems. The very best my ass…
In honor of Mother’s Day, an interview with my very own mother:
Me: Ok Mom, what do you think of Mother’s Day?
Mom: What do I think of it? I think it’s just like Father’s day…I think it’s a nice tribute. But I think the feelings you express on those days should be expressed every day. You know what I mean?
Me: I do! What’s your favorite Mother’s Day memory?
Mom: Hmmm…I don’t think I have one. Am I supposed to?
Me: Ok, what about your funniest?
Mom: Really?! I don’t know! (To dad) Have I had a funny Mother’s Day?
Dad: Huh?
Me: Ok…If you could get anything you wanted for Mother’s day, what would you ask for?
Mom: I’ve got what I want. God blessed me with two healthy kids and a loving family and two grandkids we can spoil rotten and send home.
…Then she got distracted playing with O and watching the NASCAR race. I had to rein her back in…
Me: AHEM.
Mom:…
Me: Do you feel differently about Mother’s day now that you’re a grandma?
Mom: Well, I don’t know. This is the first one. I’m proud of my family…and the love that I feel for my family…but I guess it just doubles it, being a grandma.
Me: Do you remember what you did for your first Mother’s Day?
Mom: Um…probably…OH YES, I do remember. (To Dad) Wasn’t that the Mother’s Day that mom came up and we went to the Redwood Inn for dinner?
Dad: I think so…
Mom: Mom and I took you and we went there for dinner. Maybe this would count for a funny story? I didn’t think it was funny at the time. Let’s see…you were 8 months old. We put you in a high chair and you did fine ’til you started fussing. You scooted yourself under the tray, so you were kind of hanging out under the tray of the high chair. You just kind of raised your arms up and slid…Anyway, you were crying and carrying on and everyone in the restaurant is trying to have a nice Mother’s Day and here I am trying to hang on to you when a waitress comes over. Her and Mom are trying to get the tray off of the high chair and you were crying and I’m trying to keep you from sliding all the way through…we get the tray off and I get a hold of you and I was just done. We paid and I never went back to that restaurant. So that was my first experience of being a mom on Mother’s Day.
Me: Well thanks for not dropping me in the middle of the restaurant.
Mom: I didn’t! I held on!
Me: So what’s your favorite thing about being a mom?
Mom: It’s hard to put into words… I mean, I don’t know. I guess it’s…Well, the first time they grab your finger, or they say ‘Mama’ for the first time, or they hold up their arms and say ‘carwy me!’… Or when their first words are ‘dirt’ and ‘pepsi’ (for the record,that would be me), or remembering your brother humming while he ate… Seeing you getting excited because Dad brought the backhoe home and saying ‘I ride the tobacco!’
I had piles of rocks from the driveway that I couldn’t get rid of because they were SO special…You kids just loved to bring me rocks. Then there are days when you just want to pull your hair out…and you wonder, ‘who raised these kids?!’ I don’t know if that’s even the right answer for your question…but it’s everything. It’s the day your baby is born and your heart just melts. And you think, ‘this is ours. this is what we created with our love.’ And the thing is, there isn’t a day that goes by that there aren’t little things that, no matter how many years it’s been, you can just see it happen. You’d be surprised…You’ll always remember your baby’s smell. And things like, after you got old enough we couldn’t get by with cheating when we read you a book. You’d say “Nuh uh, that’s not what that says…”
…Did that answer your question? I don’t even remember what the question was…
Happy Mother’s Day, readers!
Mom: Ron! They’re doing it again!
Dad: What?
Mom: They’re taking our trash!
Dad: Every. Single. Week. And they take it all, too!
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Willfully Disobedient 